Drug stories

So a funny thing happened and a first for Tim's wood flooring business. We had a woman call
and ask Tim if he or his employee stole 3 vicadin out of her kitchen cabinet while they
were re-finishing her floors. To us, this is funny. You see Tim has a kitchen cabinet full of
painkillers, tranquilizers and heaven knows what all left over from his stem cell transplant and our employee has Crohn's disease, has had 2 surgeries on his gut ,and has his own cabinet full of stuff. His mom has MS so between our 2 households, we could keep the whole damn town
higher than a kite if we wanted to and certainly have no need to steal a few vicadins. Tim assured her that it was not them. We found out later from her brother that his brother-in-law had
recently been found to have a drinking problem and apparently booze wasn't his only vice and
he saw the day they were having work done on their house as a ideal chance to steal his wife's
new pain pills she got after oral surgery whilst throwing someone else under the bus for it. Kinda sad. By the way, if you have any Ativan around, I just found out a few weeks ago, it is the best
medicine for a hangover. We had a X-mas party a few weeks ago. Afterward, we went over to
our neighbors' whose party went even later than ours. Tim is not used to drinking that much
anymore and didn't think he had that much beer but when your party starts at 5p.m. and you
don't end till about 2 or 2:30 a.m., you can put down a few brews. He was so miserable the next morning. I was surprised. I checked his eyes before I left the neighbors' at 12:30 and he looked
fine. Tim was born cross-eyed. His eyes were operated on to straighten them but he has one
that is slightly weaker than the other and when he drinks, it tends to float in. I know he's buzzed
when I see that or really tired. When they both float in(this is rare), he's toast and it's time to cut him off! So he had this terrible headache and he was super nauseous. I said, "what the heck, let's try something from the
old cabinet." So I gave him 2 tylenol and 1 ativan and it was "good night nurse!" The boy was
out cold for 5 1/2 hours and when he woke up, it was dark again and he didn't know what hit him but he felt MUCH better. So the last funny drug story happened just awhile back at a
football game Olivia was cheerleading at. The mom of another cheerleader has some medical
problems and we talk shop a bit. She has lung issues and tells me that she wound up with some
fungal pneumonia thingy and I said, "you mean aspergillosis?" and she said "Yeah, that was it!"
Aspergillosis is something that used to be fatal and MM'ers and those going through transplant
can be at risk. It is also something you can get from smoking pot which is often contaminated with the fungus. This woman is 49, has a 19 year old and 11 year old twins. So kidding around
I said to her, "better stay away from pot," and she turned to me and said "WHAT?!!" I knew
she was too hip to be offended so I was surprised when she stopped watching the game and
looked at me so seriously. Well, it turned out she had smoked pot at a party. Hadn't done it
in many years and someone offered and she figured "what the heck." I laughed. I had been just
fooling around and it turns out she never knew this, why would she, but I guess I'm glad I
brought it up cause she has enough medical problems to deal with and could have gotten this
again and never known the cause. Ya just never know who parties hard. I am such a tea-totaller
compaired to most. I used to think I was pretty hip. My husband assures me I am SO not.
I guess I'm getting old.

What a year!

Well, I'm getting back on some solid ground it seems. My mammogram situation is finally
resolved, I think. I had 2 radiologists who disagreed on whether I needed further testing
or not so I went straight to a breast surgeon with all my mammos and he said, "I think you're
OK but let's do a sonagram." I was scared. We went to the hospital at 9 am with a snow storm
barelling down on us and I was convinced the technician saw something. She came back in and said it was normal.
I teared up. It's been a heck of a year. Thankfully, Tim has done wonderfully this year but
I have had a time of it and the trials of owning our 2-family house really put a damper on
things. I feel for my parents. Tim is like a son to them and his illness really hits them hard and of course I've had my problems. I have one sister getting a divorce. My youngest one just had her
mammogram flagged too and needs more testing and my older sister, who works part time
in the hospital I was in yesterday morning wound up in its ER at the same time with a gallbladder attack and
as a final HOO-RAH to a hard year, she offered up her gallbladder as a sacrifice to the "new
year Gods" last night. I told her that as much as I didn't want to see her go through this, I was glad it was her gallbladder and not my boob that had to be sacrificed. She felt the same way.
The girl's a trooper.
So even though I am behind with X-mas stuff, I am trying to squeeze out some joy now that
some hard times are behind us. Our new tenant moved in and so far, he seems nice. Hopefully,
we will have some smooth sailing on that front now. I will be glad to see 2008 end. All in all, it
has been really tough for so many people. The economy is going to "you know where" in a
hand basket and I wish this war could be ended. We really need this whole country to get
back on solid ground. I hope 2009 sees a lot of improvement in that respect.
Happy holidays to you and yours and best wishes for a blessed 2009.

Too many monkeys on my back

Well I guess if I didn't complain, I wouldn't be left with much to say. The fact is that
I just have too many bad things hitting me from all angles and I am sick, sick, SICK
of it all. It turns out my mammo situation is still not settled and my tenant is not
paying her rent. I had 2 deals fall through with new tenants and now finally have
a deal that looks like it will work(if a moving van shows up on the 15th, I guess it's
a go). I am still so behind around the house and just this week paid a very heavy
price(literally) for that. Tim called me a little after 5 pm the other day and had
just been pulled over in a police trap. It seems I misplaced the registration for his
work truck and it was 3 days past the expiration date. Tim got 2 tickets. Unfortunately,
the one ticket involved weighing the truck and you get charged by your weight for being
over the registered amount(which is 0 when you are unregistered). The 2 tickets together
will cost $1284.00. Merry X-mas from the NJ county police dept. Yippee! I went upstairs to
my room and just cried. I am so mad at myself. Here is my husband working and doing things
he should not be doing in his condition and I can't even hold up my end of the deal. Then we have
our tenant who apparantly thinks there's nothing wrong with jetting off to Disneyworld
while letting us support her and her kids. I am trying to find my grateful side. It's not that
we don't have the money, it's the principal of the thing. Many people who live in this area
and don't like it feel that there really are many more jerks living in this metropolitan area
and that it is different when you move out of it. I always wonder if it's true. I suspect it is
but Tim always tells me there are #%&*@#!'s everywhere you go and since I seem to be
a magnet for them, I guess they'd find me no matter where I went. I try so hard to change
my outlook but when things keep happening one after the other, one does get a bit disgusted.
BUT TIM HAS NO M-SPIKE and I am gonna keep reminding myself of that over and over.
And SANTA'S coming for crying out loud!! It's time to be happy. It's just so hard to soar like
an eagle when you're surrounded by turkeys.
Dear Santa, SEND PROZAC