A day off, sunday bloody sunday
For those following my microblog rants(hint; links on the right side), this is "old" news, but many of you still struggle on finding the "internet" button(read browser), so as the warmth of the stove spreads its calming wings in my frosty house, another brief update is coming your way.
We havent found out which of the pills interaction caused my 3 week hail to the porcelain god, the culprit is in the cocktail, coming week we'll try & nail it down. Just shy of 30 hours after the last molotov, I had my first dinner this year, and it stuck. The day after(last night) I celebrated my lil brothers birthday, and competed hard with my nephew on who could eat the most candy & my sister in-laws heavenly buns(pastries you pervs!). I lost by a margin of a few chocolate pieces, but seeing as we both need all the intake we can get, I'll live with that loss, for now.
I havent been intimate with porcelain since then, kept a safe distance and only let it rain(for lack of better words) in it. I am so relieved, I shed many a happy tear last night. Ive been at the hospital every day to get IV fluids this week, today I decided to take a day off and let fluids in the old fashion way.
A old friend of mine sent me a message that I read today, and ended it with the question; "Are you not scared?". Dear, sweet Kristin, Ive been scared shitless so many times, not only over this, but from most of my ups & downs the last 6 months. Lost sleep over it, cried over it, cursed, spit, mustered so much rage that I think I could have knocked down a wild pack of bulls, just by looking at them. This insane rage, Ive managed to fine tune & utilize over time, I'll be the first to admit I let it burst out on the wrong people. Ive had very little practice with deadly deceases, I am sorry if any of you felt hurt, that was not my intentions, I was hurt too, in more ways than one, could we leave it at that?
Anyways, this rage, or grumpiness as I like to call it, is whats keep me going, its the only fuel I can reliably run on. These new touchy feel-good injection systems can be fun to take for a few rounds around the track with. But for the every day hark & spit, grumpy is whats gets me where I need to be.
So while I enjoy a virgin(buuhh!!) bloody mary, I'll let you happy go lucky ricers(pun tended) roll around in your bubbles. Your bubble will pop at some point, when that happens, feel free to drop me a visit.
GUS (Grumpies Are Us) is an open club, open 24/7.
