What Ever The Day May Bring...bring it on

My husband took a sick day today so that I might have a chance to see the doctor and get the

last of my school work done for the semester. Yay! This being said, I did not wake up at my

usual 8am as my internal clock doesn’t wake me up until about 30minutes after my husband

has gotten out of bed. Being that he did not get up before me, since he didn’t have to be at

work, I woke to the ding-dong of the door bell. It was…uhm, we’ll call this person, Farmer B.

Farmer B had another argument with Captain Hair. Well, such is life. It’ll work out fine…men

are just dicks (hence their smarter member) and can’t help it. And it will work itself out and

Captain Hair will own up to being a donkey dick and it’ll be rainbows and birds chirping once

again. I’ve been with the Rogue long enough to know that you should just let them be an ass

because, they’ll be eating their own words soon enough. Oh, and do I enjoy when it happens…

because it always works out that way. Farmer B is still new to the significant other thing.

Anyway, I decide that Farmer B should be dragged around by me today seeing as how we’re

both heading in the same direction at one point and have no where to be until the afternoon.

After being dropped off I then proceed to interrogate the Rogue Wit as to why men have to be

such assholes and why they can’t be normal? He immediately clams up like a good man and

says, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” (With a big shit eating grin on his face…he

knows exactly what I’m talking about…the bastard, LOL)

So I’m home and begin pacing around the house with nervous energy. My doctor’s

appointment wasn’t until 1:45 and I was not looking forward to it. First of all because I do feel

silly telling some medical professional that I am still a bi-polar, psycho, Kamaya-Maya-bitch. …

And can you help me? I was put on an anti-anxiety/depressant a few months ago and it did

help for a short time. It would probably be all that I needed except I do not have a normal/un-

stressful life. No, and wouldn’t you know that I can’t just ignore the crap either.

I arrived at the doctor’s office around 1:15. I let the tiny (and a little to chipper) receptionist

know that I was here and went to the nice big couch in the corner so I could curl up and read

my worries away. Yeah, right…all I could think about every few sentences was what am I going

to say to the damn doctor? Yeah, doc…I was normal for about a week but, in recent days my

husband says he feel the “quickening” as like from the Highlander before I open the door to

come home. Mmhmm…nope, that’s not right.

Yes, doctor…it was showing signs of improvement in my whole attitude towards the stupid

people in life until I had to spend some more time with certain family and my magic carpet ride

ended abruptly with a lot of liquor. Yeah, that won’t work either but, we’re now getting closer.

Okay, so I’m a little psycho sometimes. I warned my old man before we got together that I was

a bitch but, a fair bitch I be. That is until recent times. To my defense 2004 has sucked big

green donkey anus and I’ve had to deal with the after math of such.

And what does he do for all of this? He changes my medication and only gives me enough for a

few weeks so I have to come back and see him. He knows that I will not if given the choice…

seeing as I was supposed to see him 2 weeks after I started the other medicine and it’s been

about 3 months. Oops! I have worked with doctors for ever it seems and I hate them…HATE

them…talking to them, seeing them, or just being near them. I get nervous and pissed off and

on high alert. LOL…and here I’m supposed to be telling him about my nerves! I have not any

left I say!

So upon coming home…and being next to tears from having to spill my stupid guts to some doc

who thinks I’m crazy my husband tells me as I walk in the door to check my 4yr old’s pants. I

think, great…so he’s waited until I get home to have me clean up an accident! …Just what I

need right now! And so I stroll over to her with a heavy sigh and check her.

Oh, and what I eyes beheld gave me the giggles even now. I had thrown a pad at her before I

left…in jest. Now, she was weary the same pad and said she was big like mommy. The poor

thing doesn’t know what she’s asking for.

…Seems they grow up so fast! LOL