Stalkers, I apologize, I'm sure you have been going through detox since I haven't posted something new in quite some time. I'm sure your weekend was full of dark, dreary days and you wondered how your life was going to go on if I didn't post soon. Never fear, today's the day! New post.
Memorial Day weekend sucked, it wasn't supposed to as my cousin was graduating high school so relatives were going to be in town but it sucked nonetheless. I got horribly sick this weekend. (I'm okay now, thanks for your empathy.) I wasn't just sick one day or I didn't just have the flu or eat something bad, I had a slight migraine Friday that got progressively worse as the weekend went on. Have you ever had a migraine? If no, you are one lucky son of a bitch. If you aren't sure, than you haven't. Trust me, you'd know if you had had one.
Basically, it feels as if someone is squeezing your brain, twisting it inside your skull, and the only way you think you can relieve this pressure is to have someone-ANYONE-drill burr holes into your head. The pressure gets so bad that your eyes start to play tricks on you; your vision blurs, you start seeing double, you get motion-sick simply from moving your eyes. This makes you sick to your stomach which makes you puke your guts out which, of course, makes your migraine 10x worse, starting the vicious cycle all over. A "good" migraine will paralyze you, will have you lying in bed for days, unable to move because even the slightest movement makes the pressure pound. It's terrible and, in my opinion, worse than giving birth because at the end of labor you at least have a baby whereas at the end of a migraine you just have a toilet to clean and work to catch up on.
So that's what overtook me this weekend. By last night, I was a big glob of nothingness. Thankfully, I was at my parents' for the Holiday so they could watch after Gus. I, foolishly, thought it was the perfect situation. I could lie peacefully and die while they had some one-on-one time with Gus. Boy was I wrong. Apparently, I should have been pushing through the pain, at least according to my mother.
She chose to tell me this last night while I was curled up in pain. If I had been physically capable, I would have struck her. Where does she get off telling me how to parent? And why would I push through this horrible pain if there was someone, actually TWO someones there to watch Gus? This woman found the gall to give ME parenting advice. This is the same woman who "pushed through" her own pain by sipping whiskey or scotch when I was growing up. I seriously don't get her and don't get where she gets her nerve. The woman is delusional.
She was already on my bad list because she chewed me out IN FRONT OF GUS for not paying a bill on time. How did she know I was late? Because she went through my bank account! She claimed this was due to her "concern" for me. BULL! How does this not sound crazy in her own mind? I just don't get it! What sounds right about going through your 25 yr old daughter's bank account and telling her what's wrong with her finances? What sounds right about telling your 25 yr old daughter what's wrong with her parenting? What sounds right about demeaning your 25 yr old daughter in front of her child? Again, had I been physically able, I would've taken the Crazy Lady out.
She keeps telling me she doesn't believe in "pills" that she's a "naturalist". I'm starting to think that's her problem. Maybe if the woman popped a pill now and than she wouldn't be so bat shit crazy. *deep sigh* I swear, I should get some sort of award for making it this far with her.
$1000 says my migraines would be 1000x better if she wasn't so insane.
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