Sorry about this folks but someone has to talk about this.
I got woke up earlier this morning than I wanted to by two things. First was horrible stomach pains and the other was the kitten running all over the bed like his tail was on fire and his a** is catching. Once I got the kitten fed and calmed down he went to sleep but my stomach still hurts and the reason for that is...............................I need to shit.
I know constipation isn't something that most people would blog about but it's something that I've had to deal with almost all of my life. This time it's been since Tuesday since I've gone and I'm so blocked up I'm going to need dynamite to help me go. I've done the laxitive, prunes and salad route till it comes out my ears and nothing is working. It's time to break out the big guns and get some Mag Citrate. That stuff is DYNAMITE in liquid form for people who are constipated. It works and fast but you'll spend a long time on the toilet so if you ever have to use it, take it early in the day when you don't have anything else to do for the rest of the day. Can you say Roto Router anyone?
On a funnier note is the kitten. I've figured out that it's a boy kitten and he's about 9 weeks old now. I wasn't sure for 2 weeks after I got him what sex he was but then all of a sudden BOOM his testicles dropped and it was obvious he was a boy. I'm kind of happy that I have another boy. They are not as tempermental or moody as females, both human and cat. Don't get me wrong I love Midnight but she was such a pain, especially when she was in heat that I was tempted to get rid of her. I didn't but I borrowed the money real quick to get her fixed. She's tempermental even now but not like she was before I got her fixed.
Dumkupf is my other cat, he's a big Tuxedo cat. He's got an attitude especially with other people. He's selective about who he lets pet him and be around him. He has it in for my youngest son for some reason. I mean this cat HATES my youngest son. Yesterday, for example, my son was sitting at the kitchen table on the computer and he put his hand down and Dumkupf went after it like it was a piece of meet and he was a lion. My poor son ended up with some major scratches on his hand and since this isn't the first time it's happened (but it will be the last) I've decided that from now on when my youngest son is here Dumkupf will be locked in my bedroom with a litter box, food and water. I'm not going to worry that my ex is going to take what little visitation I have away from me because of the cat scratching my son. The ex has threatened to do just that.
So I hope this post didn't gross you out. I'll write more about the cats some other time.
Sunday, April 14, 2013
Saturday, April 6, 2013
Congradulations
I just want to wish the oldest daughter of my youngest sister congratulations on her marriage. She actually eloped and is having her reception today. It's a small affair and I wouldn't have been able to get there anyway so it's not a problem that she didn't invite me. I just want her to know that I'm happy for her and I wish her love, happiness and many good years. She is a sweet girl and is going places in life. I am very proud of her.
Way to go girl. I love you.
Way to go girl. I love you.
Tuesday, April 2, 2013
Fibromyalgia
I have been reading all I can about Fibromyalgia. I was diagnosed with it a few years ago and never fully understood all the problems that it brings. Now thanks to reading about it I know wayyyyyyyyyyy to much and keep thinking things are worse than they are. One thing I do know, this fog I've been walking through for the past 5 years or so is being caused by the fibro and it's not going to get any better any time soon.
For those of you with Fibromyalgia you know what I'm talking about. That feeling that your thinking is like looking through a heavy fog. Even writing this is hard. I haven't been able to just sit down and write something without thinking long and hard for quite a while before I do it. I even have written posts and erased them because they don't sound or look quite right. I'll write whole paragraphs and deleted them because they don't look or sound good. It is tough to get out what I want to say or to do what I need to do on a daily basis and today is one of those days.
I have been working on this post for over an hour, typing and deleting, typing and deleting and checking my spelling over and over. My mind is in a complete fog and maybe today isn't a day when I should be doing this.
Last night I didn't get to bed until almost midnight but I still got up when the alarm went off this morning. I was woken up a few minutes before it went off by the kitten playing with my fingers, arm and C-Pap mask. I guess he figured "hey what's a few minutes" and woke me up. That was the last thing I wanted this morning but he's a cat and what a cat wants a cat gets, if you know what I mean. So I got up and first thing after hitting the bathroom was to feed the cats. Of course the kitten made it to the dish first, he has to be the first one fed or he just makes life real hard for everyone else. Then I went to put the coffee on and as soon as I got into the kitchen here comes the kitten to start climbing my leg and making a lot of noise to try and get me to feed him some canned food. I only feed them canned food every other day because I don't want them to get used to having it every day. Besides the kitten doesn't need to eat it because it causes him to have runny poops and that's no fun to clean up out of the litter boxes. Then I came into the living room to wait for the coffee to brew and watch some TV. I have a DVR that I watch everything on. I hate commercials so if there is something on I want to see I DVR it and watch it later. After the coffee was done brewing I got a cup and took my medications. All 14 of them. It seems some days all I do is take medications and I don't eat a thing because I'm full of pills.
Of course the kitten had to put in his two cents and started climbing my leg that was hanging off the couch and generally being a pain in the butt not only to me but to the other two cats as well. He was in rare form this morning and Middy and Dumkupf weren't happy about having the kitten attack them. They are just starting to really tolerate him and this didn't help his case to get them to like him better. He played with the papers on the floor, making me laugh, and was just bouncing off everything like kittens do till all of a sudden he just disappeared. For about and hour and a half I had no idea where he was or what he was doing. I went to the bedroom to look for him but didn't see him in there or under the couch. I have no idea where he was or what he was doing. I finally got up to get my second cup of coffee and low and behold who shows up but the kitten. Now he's curled up next to me on the couch sleeping. He was playing on the floor and with my leg and foot then he just ........................crashed!
I want to do so much today but I can't remember what I wanted to do. I hurt badly and I in such a fog I can't think straight. I need to find out if my medications that I need are in and I can't remember the phone numbers to the pharmacy and doctor's office. So now I have to try and remember where I put the phone books and look up phone numbers. By the way have you seen how tiny the phone books print everything now? Even with my glasses on it's hard to read. I have to try and remember if the doctor's office and the pharmacy have an ad in the book and look there instead of straining my eyes trying to read the listings.
So here I sit, in a fog, not wanting to do anything but needing to do a lot. I've tried writing lists of things I need to do but they just seem to disappear. Somewhere here in my apartment is a stack of paper with my "to do" lists on them. Can you help me find them? Please?
Later, off to do something, even if it's wrong. Hope I don't get lost.
For those of you with Fibromyalgia you know what I'm talking about. That feeling that your thinking is like looking through a heavy fog. Even writing this is hard. I haven't been able to just sit down and write something without thinking long and hard for quite a while before I do it. I even have written posts and erased them because they don't sound or look quite right. I'll write whole paragraphs and deleted them because they don't look or sound good. It is tough to get out what I want to say or to do what I need to do on a daily basis and today is one of those days.
I have been working on this post for over an hour, typing and deleting, typing and deleting and checking my spelling over and over. My mind is in a complete fog and maybe today isn't a day when I should be doing this.
Last night I didn't get to bed until almost midnight but I still got up when the alarm went off this morning. I was woken up a few minutes before it went off by the kitten playing with my fingers, arm and C-Pap mask. I guess he figured "hey what's a few minutes" and woke me up. That was the last thing I wanted this morning but he's a cat and what a cat wants a cat gets, if you know what I mean. So I got up and first thing after hitting the bathroom was to feed the cats. Of course the kitten made it to the dish first, he has to be the first one fed or he just makes life real hard for everyone else. Then I went to put the coffee on and as soon as I got into the kitchen here comes the kitten to start climbing my leg and making a lot of noise to try and get me to feed him some canned food. I only feed them canned food every other day because I don't want them to get used to having it every day. Besides the kitten doesn't need to eat it because it causes him to have runny poops and that's no fun to clean up out of the litter boxes. Then I came into the living room to wait for the coffee to brew and watch some TV. I have a DVR that I watch everything on. I hate commercials so if there is something on I want to see I DVR it and watch it later. After the coffee was done brewing I got a cup and took my medications. All 14 of them. It seems some days all I do is take medications and I don't eat a thing because I'm full of pills.
Of course the kitten had to put in his two cents and started climbing my leg that was hanging off the couch and generally being a pain in the butt not only to me but to the other two cats as well. He was in rare form this morning and Middy and Dumkupf weren't happy about having the kitten attack them. They are just starting to really tolerate him and this didn't help his case to get them to like him better. He played with the papers on the floor, making me laugh, and was just bouncing off everything like kittens do till all of a sudden he just disappeared. For about and hour and a half I had no idea where he was or what he was doing. I went to the bedroom to look for him but didn't see him in there or under the couch. I have no idea where he was or what he was doing. I finally got up to get my second cup of coffee and low and behold who shows up but the kitten. Now he's curled up next to me on the couch sleeping. He was playing on the floor and with my leg and foot then he just ........................crashed!
I want to do so much today but I can't remember what I wanted to do. I hurt badly and I in such a fog I can't think straight. I need to find out if my medications that I need are in and I can't remember the phone numbers to the pharmacy and doctor's office. So now I have to try and remember where I put the phone books and look up phone numbers. By the way have you seen how tiny the phone books print everything now? Even with my glasses on it's hard to read. I have to try and remember if the doctor's office and the pharmacy have an ad in the book and look there instead of straining my eyes trying to read the listings.
So here I sit, in a fog, not wanting to do anything but needing to do a lot. I've tried writing lists of things I need to do but they just seem to disappear. Somewhere here in my apartment is a stack of paper with my "to do" lists on them. Can you help me find them? Please?
Later, off to do something, even if it's wrong. Hope I don't get lost.
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