Having a pissa of day, literally and figuratively. Sox lost their opening day game. It was a pitchers duel throughout the game. Hard one to lose but unfortunately, Lester left a pitch up in the zone and Cruz blasted it. Costly mistake but it happens.
Then I find out my cousin told my mother where I was today. Normally I wouldn’t friggin mind but I hate it when she asks me fifty million questions about my doc appointment that took forever. I told her I just want to be on medication and as long as it took care of the pain, I was fine with that. She said I had the wrong mentality and then got pissed off at me when I said it was a realist mentality. If she only knew how much medication I take, she would shit a brick, and that doesn’t include the supplements I take. I take more than she does. But she is on insulin so that is ok to take. WTF I don’t get it.
I called my cousin and cussed him out because he told my mother. All because I wouldn’t answer the damn phone. He called me four fricken times while I was waiting for the doc, I shit you not. Sorry if my profanity is getting to you, there will be more swears and if that offends you, I suggest you move on to another blog for today. I am in a pissed off mood and I swear like a sailor when pissed. My cousin apologized. I know he is anxious about his concerns and stuff that I won’t get into here but still, why the hell should he call me four fricken times?? Pisses me off. Then to tell my mother. That just blows it.
The doctor didn’t have anything new to say except see a ankle specialist. Fuck that. I have seen a ton of them and they all said the same thing. Nothing is wrong with me but they can’t find out what is causing my pain. So the hell with them. I told him my pain is less so he cut my medication. I don’t need more than what I have already and we went longer than 30 days in seeing him. I should be fine but today I did too much and I know I will need some meds. Ain’t no doubt about it. We went through the whole speel about my mental health and how my family was and shit. The appointment took forever. My blood pressure was high and so was my pulse (again). But they always seem to catch me just as I walk through the door so I am still hoofing it to the office. Plus I have to walk down the hall to his exam room so that extra blood flowing. He thinks the high pulse rate is because of my pain. Whatever. Long as I got a normal hearth rhythm, I really don’t care. AFib or Atrial Fibrillation runs on my father’s side of the family. Nearly all his family members that I know have it. None on my mother’s side. But then, her side has the mental illness. Afib is an abnormal rhythm disorder in which the heart beats faster than it should. Medication is used to control it and sometimes a pacemaker is needed.
My father just called me. Looks like he doesn’t have an appointment with his doctor like he thought he did because his doc is not going to be in the office tomorrow. Just wonderful. I get to reschedule his appointment but I still got to take him for his blood draw. He was supposed to go today but I figured since he had the appointment it could wait. Fucking A, just to make my life that more difficult. As if I don’t have my own health issues to worry about, I got my father’s to keep track of, too.
Still no word from the editor. Every time my phone goes off for an email notification, I get excited but it’s not her. Guess editing is taking longer than I thought it would. But the night is still young. She could email me later. I like that she also reviews the changes I make after she sends the edits. So I have that going for me. If I ever hear from her. Fuck, this isn’t a long fricken book, just about 52,000 words. She has edited books way longer than that, or so she has written about. Hurry the hell up already!! OK rant over, for today at least.
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