Thursday, May 13, 2010
what is it with people?
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I am trying to rent rooms where I live, it goes with the job...
What is it with people?
the owner of the building put the ad in the paper, I have it on Craigslist.
the people from the paper are FAR WORSE.
People always bad mouth CL.
the newspaper brings the stupid, rude, and just plain desperate.
I am trying to heal, and taking pain pills.
I am trying to do many things, that need to be done that I have put off while trying to heal.
can't put off things much longer.
I am beginning to think that I have bitten off more than I can chew.
now Kristin @ http://www.wanderlustlust.com
has come up with blogging in the buff, you dirty minded fool it means with no make-up on.
The FULL MONTY is what you were thinking of which is what I do on a regular basis with my 211kg of loveliness.
go to her blog I command ya! participate!
right now I am clothed with my shirt on inside out, it was the best I could manage today.
considering how much pain I am in.
I have something called Interstitial Cystitis, this will tell you what it is: https://health.google.com/health/ref/Interstitial+cystitis
it has overlapping conditions such as the TN and TMJ that I have each on one side of my face respectively, as well as chronic fatigue and fibromyalgia, which I am going to be tested for here in the next couple of months.
so some answers. it is not curable but it can be managed, yeah like my face is managed!
it is what it is.
everyone has something and I should be grateful that I am living, just right now I am pissed and pain pilled stupid. &%#*!!!!~!
at least they are now taking me seriously about my daily pain level.
pain pills aren't the answer, they are what I have for now. (and I hate them)
back when I was a junkie I would of killed for a reason that they could find for giving me them on a full time basis. now that I am clean and sober I wish it was anything but.
I hate being stupid and pissy, and constipated. I have to go for walkies tonight and try to make it to the store for pears. you bake them and eat them and they give ya good poopums.
I am just miserable, but life goes on and so on and so forth, ad nauseum.
We (and I mean the royal WE) will preserver as always in the face of adversity...
(I'm not buying it are ya? I thought so)
it is what it is....