I�m listening to Enigma�s �Love, Sensuality and Devotion�.
In December, I took Jackie to the doctor. I asked the nurse/receptionist if they had the flu vaccine yet. She said they did and they had plenty. I was happy. Jackie has asthma and she is considered high risk, so it�s good for her to get it. Jackie blackmailed me right there, so I decided to get a flu shot also.
I made an appointment for January 5.
January 5 came. I took off work 2 hours early, picked Jackie up from school. We sat in the waiting room with sick people, and we were hoping no one would cough in our direction. We sat for 40 minutes.
Once we were called back, we sat in the exam room for 25 minutes. Only then, the doctor came in and informed us that they were out of the flu vaccine. Could someone not have called me? This was just so wrong on so many levels.
I did tell the doctor that the antibiotics from Jackie�s sinus infection had not cleared up her congestion. He took a look in her ears, throat and nose, and informed me that in the winter, the heater in the house puts out very dry air, and it irritates some folks nose�s. I was told to buy Children�s Sudafed and to have humidifiers going 24/7 for a while.
My house is so steamy now that my window�s are actually sweating. How funny is that?
The last week or so has been crazy. Every day I got to work cleaning something. Some of this stuff I should�ve done before I moved into my apartment. Like get rid of crap. No wonder the Navy mover�s were mad. I had a lot of crap to move across the country. You could tell that instead of taking the time to go through stuff, I just packed it.
I finally said goodbye to my Navy uniforms. I kept my dress blues jacket, my working whites shirt, and the skirt that goes with each one. But that�s it. And of course I saved my cover, also known as a hat, because 1) I paid a lot of money for it and 2) when I�m an old lady who wants to wear her uniform to veteran�s events, I�ll have it.
It still make�s me mad that my uniforms don�t have a third class �crow� on them. I was frocked a 3rd class Radioman. But then I had my daughter, and never lost the baby weight, so they took my rank from me. I wasn�t within regulations. That hurt. The embarrassment and the shame.
So, I�m forever an E-3. Oh well.
As far as my mood goes, I think I have managed, this time, to channel my mania into something good. Usually, I�d ride the mania out like I was surfing the biggest wave. This time, I got to work doing stuff that was long overdue.
These past 3 weeks, I�ve thrown out 14 bags of crap that I couldn�t use anymore because it was junk. My neighbor Willie has been kind enough to take the bags off of my porch and take them to the dumpster when he sees them. God bless Willie. He�s a nice guy.
I don�t know why I was holding onto it all. What is wrong with me that I have 3 useless Goodwill irons, a non-working toaster with a cord that�s got duct tape on it, 14 bottles of almost empty shampoo and conditioner, and an huge empty pot where my banana tree once lived? What is the need of 50 candles burnt almost al the way down to the wick, a knife block that was never used and 4 week old bread? Why in the hell would I save empty boxes from when I purchased Jackie�s booster seat, Rene�s microwave and old torn up boxes from when Melinda sent me stuff in the mail?
I�ve got issues.
I�ve also got 4 bags to go to the Goodwill drop box. I figure, by the time I get back down to a smaller size, the clothes will be already worn out or out of style, so I just got rid of it. I also donated 2 bags of linens. Mismatched sheets made up a majority of it.
When I went to my Grandma�s this weekend, she also gave me two bags of sheets to donate. She can�t really use them; she�s got a double size bed. Most of those sheets were queens anyway.
Jackie�s room is the only one that needs to be done. I�m going to tidy up her room this weekend, and save the rest for later. On the 25th my darling cousin Jackie is going to come over and help me organize Jackie�s room. Yay, big Jackie!
I can�t really yell at little Jackie to keep her room clean if she�s got so much crap! Poor baby. Mama�s sorry.
My microwave bit the dust last week. Rene� came over on Saturday to exchange Christmas gifts. Finally!
For Christmas I gave Rene� a check for $55.00 and I�d also bought him a lumbar support system with a removable heating pad. The instructions said to put the heating pad in the microwave for 3 minutes on high. I told Rene� to chill while I got it ready for him. The timing was perfect because earlier that day he had pulled a muscle in his back.
I was tidying up the kitchen and about halfway through, I heard a small explosion. I opened the microwave and smoke poured out. The heating pack had exploded in there. Oh, the stench! Burning plastic.
I was pissed. I cleaned up the plastic melt the best I could. However, the microwave stank no matter what I did.
Then, Tuesday night, Jackie walked into the living room and told me the door was broken on the microwave. She was upset because she couldn�t make ramen noodles now. I told her to go upstairs to Toni�s to heat it up while I investigated the microwave.
Indeed, the handle had broken and was pushed all the way back. The timing couldn�t suck more. I was broke and payday wasn�t until the 10th of January. Toni� saved the day. I had loaned her some money before New Year�s. So, part of paying me back was her decision to buy me new microwave at Wal-Mart, also known as �Satan�s Butthole�.
I love the new microwave. It�s white and it�s perfect. It really brightens up my kitchen.
I don�t know if I mentioned it, but I had seen a few more fruit flies the last few days. On Sunday, I was cleaning the living room. I happened to look on the floor between the couch and the recliner. What do I see but a Taco Bell bag? We hadn�t had Taco Bell in a couple of weeks. Suspiciously, I picked up the bag. Fruit flies flew out of it. Inside, 2 old old taco�s. I was ready to strangle Jackie. We�d barely survived the epic adventure of the �Plague of the Fruit Flies�.
I tied that bag up tight and threw it in the trashcan.
She got a lecture about that later.
Kids.
My mom�s been calling me like a stalker. I felt so bad but I�ve been so busy I�ve not called her back. She finally caught me at work yesterday. She�s taking Jackie for the weekend this Friday! I guess that she wasn�t fibbing when she told me she was going to take Jackie once a month. Okay, I was wrong for not believing her.
Best thing is, I�m not going to Grandma�s this weekend. She�s got a clean house and plenty of food. I�m going to enjoy myself this weekend. I don�t know what I�m doing, but it will be nice to relax some.
During the day this weekend, I hope to get Jackie�s room and my desk cleaned out. My desk is a complete and utter disaster. It�s my own fault for letting it get out hand. I got papers everywhere. I also need to find a spot to put all of Jackie�s artwork. Right now it�s scattered between the desk, the filing cabinet and the car.
Saturday, I went and had the blood tests done that the doctor ordered when I saw him around Thanksgiving. Bad me. He thinks my thyroid might be out of wack. I sort of hope that is the problem.
My body has betrayed me so much the past couple of years. Sometimes, it really sucks.
I�ve been helping Toni� out because she lost her job last month, so finances are a little tight. I am going to make room for some enjoyment on my part. One thing I plan to do is get my hair cut. It has no shape right now. The good part is that my hair is finally growing out. With God as my witness, I�ll never cut my hair chin length again. It�s just not flattering. When I was 5�4 and 130 pounds, yes, I could carry of something short and spunky. I can�t do that anymore. I happen to think my hair looks beautiful long, so I�m going to get it trimmed a little, but the goal is to have it long again. I can think of a lot worse things than having long, beautiful, dark and wavy hair.
9:12 am - January 11, 2005
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