Can I please be done!

I seriously live on the precipice of my sanity. The rocky edge tends to crumble, and yet I stay on the edge. I have to find a way off this craggy edge and back to the comforts of a nice green valley with warm earth and sweet grass. But then how would I know that I was still living if I didn't question my sanity on occasion.

Let me see if I can adequately relate my week. I fear that the minute I hit post, more will happen. So here goes.

I have a terrible time with migraines. I know there are those who have a worse time than I, but I can not speak about their woes, only mine. I have endured them since I was 16. Some months are bearable, some months are unbearable. Those are the sun glass days with the blinds closed. No noise. I can take the medication from the Dr. office but all it does for me is make me have to lay down, and cry. I don't get relief. It takes days for them to run their course. Lately, I have gotten them more often, and they seem to be harder to endure. The side affects are miserable. Queasy tummy, gurggle-ly lower tummy, stabbing pain in my eyes, misery. I woke up with one on Wednesday morning. I have learned to live through each one, and try to not let it affect too much of my life. So I got up and got ready for work. I took Excedrin, and later Anacin, and later yet Motrin. I spend the morning at the office and then came home and spent the rest of the day at home.

Wednesday is Bible study day. I look forward to this, since my friend list is primarily the Wednesday group of ladies. I need them. So, since my headache didn't get worse, or better, I was going to continue my day and live through this migraine. I took off after dinner, and after the Motrin, and when I got about half way there, the queasy tummy started. Oh no!!! (for those who remember Tim Allen, use his voice to say those words) But it subsided and I pushed on. When I got there, the lights were too bright and after about an hour, I had to go home. I threw in the towel and headed home.

About half way home, the tummy thing started, again, only it wasn't going away. I prayed to make it home, I prayed so hard and tried so hard to keep everything in. I was doing so well....until the light by the house.

When I got home, I did a messy dash into the garage and started taking off my clothes and putting them in the washer. I needed a shower, I needed these icky clothes off. I got everything in and started the rinse cycle (a very necessary step) and headed indoors for the shower, when...I started to consider my phone. Where was it? I wasn't holding it, and the quickest prayer was sent Heavenward that it was in the car. But I went back into the garage and stuck my hand in the water and extracted my pants and felt in the pocket. It wasn't there, and for a brief portion of a second I felt my prayers had been answered. Then I plunged my hand further in the washer and found it on the bottom.

On Thursday I purchased a new iPhone 4S.

Add to this, Jean has been on a narcotic pain killer for her foot. As is par for the course, she was not informed of the side affects that it may cause constipation. She became a poster person for constipation. She got worse, thought it was her gall bladder, and while I'm talking to her on the phone she is asking me for medical advice. I am not a doctor, nor have I ever played one. I don't like her on any medication, all of them have an adverse affect on her. On Thursday, she's feeling bad, but just needs to get a laxative in. On Friday it's still not working. No she doesn't want to go to the Dr. Saturday, she's not better, Sunday she takes a proper laxative an voila it's successful. NOT! By this time the drug and the lack of natural movement have cause more problems. Sunday night I spent the late afternoon, evening and early morning hours in the ER in Fallbrook.

My last add to this week's list of ick was that my boss asked me to ask my insurance company to see if they would shoulder some of the financial responsibility should the man who is suing his company for my assault charge win. Seriously! I can't say enough disrespectful things. My insurance company will NOT shoulder any business related responsibility that my boss is not covered for.  June is coming.

Oh, one last kvetch, it was hot over the weekend, again. In the high 80's and Santana winds. Dry nose, lips, eyes and Stick Dog was called Sparky all weekend.