So tonight I had the first set of two MRI’s on my arms. Despite the MRI being one of the open ones, I
found myself feeling claustrophobic… I’m
lying on a table, the machine is making my bra move of its own accord – MRI’s
REALLY like underwire foundations – and the machine is loud enough that I have
to wear sound-blocking headphones.
MRI’s on forearms are unpleasant for EVERYONE. You have to lie down on the table all the way
to one side or another with your arm palm up.
No big deal, right? WRONG. In positioning your arm that way, your elbow
locks. And it seems to go on
FOREVER. The sound of the machine keeps
you from distracting yourself from the fact that you’ve got a huge machine not
even six inches from your chest in breath sucking pain. Yeah, the arms are bugging the hell outta
me. Enough that the only time the braces
are off is when I’m typing or doing REALLY messy cleaning.
I hate the long months… 5 weeks in January, five weeks to stretch
an allotment that barely makes three and a half. This two households stuff is really so so
old. I hate it. It makes me really mad at everyone that D
serves with that should’ve helped him but instead giggled behind his back (I
swear that’s what they did. Really. I know that they did. Jackasses.
Add a few other choice blue-faced obscenities…) as he slowly descended
into depression and border-line alcoholism.
Jerks. Makes me thankful for his
friends, L & I, who basically made him detox on their couch and don’t let
him isolate himself.
Tonight I tried to teach the little kids how to play
Jenga®. Marion freaked out, yelling “I
don’t wanna lose, Momma! If I lose I
will be saaaaaaaaaaaad!” Oh and best of
all? Both little kids have started
saying “I hate…” Hate is a word that’s
one of my peeves. It’s a wild peeve, as
opposed to a pet. Huge, ugly,
ill-mannered, and most definitely not fit for company.
Sigh. Even less time till
he’s here with us again. Wow. I just can’t fit my mind around it. The other half of the parenting team back
where he belongs; G-ds I really hope that the acclimation process is as
painless as possible.
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