Lyndon
Well I hope it isn’ t!! Get well soon sickieR 30;
Glenn
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Leya
Female, taken, fire, Sagittarius, Monkey, Toronto, two kids, one grandson, IT.
53
is the new 30. I want the world to close their mouths when they’re eating or chewing gum. If they don’t, I want to elbow them in the face. 
Never Quite So Drunk
Don’t ask me why, but the other night when my daughter stayed over here, my snookey and I were sucking back beer like it was going out of style.
I guess since I drink lite beer, it didn’t have as much an effect on me as it had on him – or perhaps because he switched to vodka after he was out of beer, it had a more profound effect on him.
Needless to say, that he was quite the sight in the morning. I think he was still quite drunk.
He was going out to the store (to buy my daughter cigarettes since she was all out) but he was getting dressed the wrong way. He had his sweatshirt on backwards and he was trying to pull on another sweatshirt as a pair of pants. I watched him for a while and then I told him that the sweatshirt wasn’t pants.
He was out and he called us to ask how she takes her coffee, to which I told him that he wasn’t getting coffee, he was supposed to be getting cigarettes, but he couldn’t find any place to get them.
He got back home and I decided that I would go to the store instead – helluva lot safer and faster. As a matter of fact I probably shouldn’t have let him near the car (especially since it was my car first), but at the time I just thought he was still half asleep and would wake out of it, I wasn’t thinking that he was drunk. Now I think I know the difference.
Anyway, he went to couch and stayed there until 11:30. I started cooking up a weekend brunch and he got up to eat that. Then he laid out on the couch and slept til about 3:30, whereupon I asked him if he planned to spend any of the day awake. He told me he hadn’t been sleeping, but I also told him that I heard him snoring from the computer room, so that foiled that little white lie.
All this just says that I guess old people can’t drink. I know he used to be able to pack ‘em away, but not now.
Can’t Even Be Sick in Peace
As you know, not feeling good over here, but I guess I’m better today than I have been. I’ve stopped taking all the medication, just because I’d like the stone out of my system before I show up for work on Monday.
Anyway, last night, while I was sitting here minding my own business, there was a knock on the door. It was my daughter and she was in tears, and there was my ex-husband behind, chasing her up the stairs.
There was screaming and yelling – I told them to come in, I’m sure the neighbours didn’t need to be part of this. As I gleaned what the story was through all the yelling, it turns out that the drunken ex-husband (who not only drove here drunk with my daughter in the car, but also had an accident earlier on in the evening), was accusing my daughter of stealing all his roaches. Supposedly he had about 10 roaches in his car and they were gone, so he was accusing her of taking them.
She told him he could search her, she didn’t take them, but he was having none of any normal conversation. As a matter of fact he once grabbed her and made like he was going to punch her – while half falling over my furniture, and I pulled him off. I also asked him if he wanted me to call the police.
There was another altercation when he came back screaming for her to give him his house keys, he wanted her out of there, she could go live on the streets. I told him that she wouldn’t be giving the keys back, that all her stuff was there and that she’d need to go get it.
So, needless to say, my daughter stayed here overnight, we got calmed down, watched some TV and all went to bed.
As I think back on it, it’s not that I was surprised by this outburst, nor even him showing up here – I seem to be the go-to person in bad situations.
I was just thinking though, what a big fucking nerve he has to show up at my house, drunk, putting me in the middle of his problems – not even thinking about me being sick, although he knew I was sick. It’s all about him. What a pathetic loser he is. While he wasn’t this bad when we were married, the potential was there and is there in full force now that he doesn’t have a wife to tell him what’s right and wrong. And how sad is that for a 47-year-old man?
I got a phone call from him this morning, which I didn’t answer. I was trying to sleep in some more for my cold. Then another call later which I answered and he proceeded to tell me that “I guess I overreacted a bit last night”. Over reacted? A bit? WTF is wrong with you is what I wanted to say. WTF is wrong with you?! However, he probably doesn’t even remember half of it, but he wanted me to tell my daughter to give him a call later on because he’d left some money for her at home since he was going away for the weekend.
It’s very hard for me to believe I was ever married to that guy. I tried for 8 years, and I’m very thankful that I got out.
That Cold’s Not Gone Yet
I’ve been off work now for two days with this stinking cold. Now my throat doesn’t hurt any more, something deeper in my throat hurts, so when I cough, it’s not a surface pain, it’s a pain deep into my chest – only not quite at my chest (yet).
I tried to stay in bed all morning and succeeded, however, it’s not like I was sleeping. I was just laying there. I think these drugs I’m taking are keeping me awake. I don’t have a good reaction to dextramethorphan – gets me stoned – and apparently keeps me awake. Just what you want when you’re sick, to stay awake and revel in your illness.
Anyway, I’m drinking my neo citran – is that more lemony than it used to be? I tell ya, that tastes just like a lemon to me now, I thought it used to be a sickeningly sweet kinda lemony taste – not now, it’s puckering me up.
Needless to say I haven’t worked out since Tuesday. I haven’t had a shower since Tuesday (ewww). Wow, I didn’t realize that. However, that explains why my hair looks so good.
Ok, maybe I’ll have a shower in a little while. I’ll wait til these chills stop happening and then go run a really hot shower, come out and put my nightgown, and robe, and slippers, and maybe a blanket on me. Now that you bring it up, the computer room seems a little chilly.