Acetaminophen
June 30, 2009
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The press and the DEA are doing you a disservice right now. They’re ranting about acetaminophen (Tylenol) and whining about putting labels on every bottle to warn you of the dangers. But, they haven’t seemed to mention the most important piece of info that you need…the dosage that is TOO much for you to take.
Anything more than 4000 milligrams of acetaminophen a day can cause liver damage. Isn’t that easy? So, like people read the caloric information on their food, they need to read the ingredients on their medications. Many, many different drugs contain the stuff. So, the smart thing to do is monitor the totals of acetaminophen that you are ingesting and stop before you get to 4000 milligrams (4 grams). DUH.
Even the makers of combination pain meds like vicodin, lortab, lorcet etc…, that contain a narcotic AND acetaminophen, have finally realized that for the average user, the acetaminophen is more dangerous that an innocuous narcotic like hydrocodone (unless it’s abused of course) so they’re coming out with new combinations that have lower dosages of acetaminophen but the levels of the narcotic have not changed.
At levels over 4000 milligrams a day, a person is subject to serious liver disease. We pretty much NEED our livers and we should take good care of them. So, if you know anyone who might be able to benefit from this information, send it to them now.
And I’ll be right back, I have something else on my mind.
I hate people
June 29, 2009
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It’s my birthday and I’ll bitch if I want to. It just turned 10 AM and already I’ve been annoyed mightily. The most recent annoyance came when I was putting gas in my car. How come you can put 50 bucks in a tank in 38 seconds but the last 20 cents takes 2 minutes? I hate standing at a gas pump squeezing that last few drops out of the nozzle but I’m always afraid that if I don’t get every last bit of it, I’ll run out of gas a block before I get to the gas station.
So that left me peeved and perplexed.
Then I got into a minor argument with a 19 year old. At my age that can be rather vexing because 19 year-olds don’t make any sense. You never know what will come out of their mouths next so it’s best to avoid all contact with one of them whenever possible. I tried, I swear I did. But that little wench didn’t have the maturity to shut up and walk away. I keep worrying that I’ll be the subject of a newspaper headline that reads, “19 Year Old Murders 51 Year Old Woman On Her Birthday”.
More ado and vexation.
Of course here’s the inescapable reminder that, at 51, over half of my life is over an I’m on the down side of life. I’m pretty sure that I’m sliding into the end of my life like Ricky Henderson slides into second base. Whatever.
On the bright side, my ex husband is still madly in love with me and he proves it on a regular basis. My other ex likes to pretend that he’s a single guy who’s still waiting for me to magically reappear in his life and that the crying baby in the background is his latest GRANDchild. I love that, this time, I’m not the woman being betrayed by his dishonesty. I have one other ex who has left me alone since our divorce and he’s the one I would have thought would be nuttier than the rest but he’s the only one of three who knows how to behave like a respectable ex husband…he stays out of my life completely. Whoda thunk it? That’s the one from San Francisco who directed my father to the Mint thusly…”They’re on the counter by the cash register.”
Of course yesterday was a bitch, what with that creepy dude who actually took the time to speak to my even creepier ex. I’m sort of glad that it happened because I was looking for a way to avoid a man with bigger boobs than mine. I sort of freaked when he peeled his shirt off in the Gogia heat and looking back, no matter how rude he was, all is really right with the world. I couldn’t kiss one of those nipples without a loud guffaw. Oh, and I’m a nipple kisser from way back.
By the way…don’t forget, I bought lottery tickets for tomorrow and I’m pretty sure that, if ever I’m going to win ANYTHING…tomorrow’s Mega Millions is gonna be it. If I don’t, I’m never buying lottery tickets again. Hell, if I DO win, I’m never buying them again so I’ve purchased my last lottery tickets.
Yep, no more lottery tickets for me. I’m not THAT stupid. Of course, I am stupid enough to continue dating men although that tact hasn’t been any more successful than the lottery thing. It’s all good though…someone needs to mow the lawn.
My ex is a dick. Surprise!
June 29, 2009
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You know, I hate people. Well, not all of them, but a good percentage of them. Today I had a date with a guy who I’ve dated before and he’s always been a gentleman. Today he had too much to drink and he was an asshole. I just couldn’t wait to get home but when he offered to drive me home, I was too afraid to drive with a drunk nimrod. He offered to call a cab and he had so much to drink that he just kept googling my address. Apparently that’s how he gets cabs.
At one point he asked me to do it so I asked what cab company I should call. He wouldn’t answer me so I googled cabs in Lilburn Georgia and I called the one that seemed closest to Lilburn on the little google map. When they pulled up, I had to giggle because it wasn’t a cab but a limousine. The nimrod whipped out his credit card and paid the driver to drive me to Marietta, a good ride to the other side of Atlanta. I sat in the back of a nice limo smiling because all the fool had to do was name a cab company and I would be going home in a yellow cab or some such crap but because he wanted to be a dick, I was riding in a limo instead.
Apparently, the last time I was at this guy’s house I called my daughter on my ex’s cell phone. They were in town that weekend for my son’s graduation from law school. My idiot ex called the number on the phone and spoke to the nimrod. He did something that he’s been doing for over 20 years…he told this guy the same bullshit lies that he’s been spreading around about me since I left him. I didn’t bother asking this nut what the other nut told him but whatever it was, it was bad enough for this one to think that he could treat me like dirt and get away with it. I don’t know why he would think that, most people who’ve met me twice would be smarter than that. But this one wasn’t and thanks to Mark Colletti, my ex who is obsessed with me after decades of no contact, I found out what a nit wit the new guy is early enough to avoid any long term damage. I still don’t know why Mark is so concerned with me and everyone I know…but that’s OK, his constant interference into my life after so many years of being divorced simply serves to show me that he is still madly in love with me. Pity.
They say the opposite of love is indifference, whatever this yahoo feels for me is NOT indifference. Over the years I’ve seen him so few times that I can count them on one hand. I only see him when one of the kids graduates from something and yet still, decades after our divorce, he can’t get me out of his mind. It must suck to be his second wife. I can’t call her a “new” wife anymore, she’s far too old and far too ugly. She’s also fat and stupid. If I were fat, ugly and stupid, I would be one nice mother fucker so people would have to say, “Yeah, but she’s just so sweet.” But Deanna isn’t smart enough for that. Pity again.
Then, when I got home from the nut man’s house, one of my friends told me that he went to Kroger earlier today and ran into the freak who assaulted me last weekend. THAT nut actually tried to engage my friend in conversation as though he didn’t leave me bloodied and battered last weekend.
Ordinarily I would think that someone would only have this much drama in their life if they went looking for it. But I swear, I don’t know how it’s all finding me like this. If I’m doing something to invite it, I wish I knew what it was so that I could stop doing it.
But, if nothing else, it all makes for good blogging anyway.
This is what I think happened to MJ
June 28, 2009
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I’m not a doctor but I am a nurse and, like the rest of the world, I’ve been following the Michael Jackson story. Listening to the news is giving me an idea of what may have happened to Michael.
Obviously, drugs seem to have been involved. But a few other details are coming to light that very well may explain what happened in the hour preceding the 911 call placed from Jackson’s home.
In the 911 call, the caller mentioned that Michael was on the bed being “pumped”. If that’s the man’s word for CPR, I think it should be quite obvious that pumping a man lying on a bed will do no good whatsoever without a backboard underneath so that the body absorbs the compressions rather than the mattress. That’s why the 911 dude told the caller to put Michael on the floor. I’ve heard that Michael was taken off of the floor and put on the bed. I don’t know if that’s true or not, but if it is true, it was a bonehead thing to do.
I’ve also heard that there was a bottle of lidocaine on the floor in the room. Once again, I’m going on what the news has reported so if my facts are wrong, you can blame CNN and FoxNews. The news people wondered if the lidocaine was used along with Demerol to help ease Michael’s pain. That’s highly unlikely although it is a possibility. But, I would think that it’s more likely that the doctor, in a panic over seeing his famous patient in cardiac arrest, used the lidocaine in an attempt to revive Michael a la Pulp Fiction. After all, this guy was a cardiologist, not a pain control doctor. Cardiologists would consider the cardiac benefits of lidocaine, not so much it’s pain relief qualities.
I’ve seen lidocaine used for pain relief, but never by intramuscular injection (it would only numb the area in which it was injected, not the source of the pain), only by intrathecal infusion. Even intrathecal lidocaine infusion is only used near an ICU with lifesaving equipment on board. And I don’t think Michael would have been happy with anyone giving him lidocaine for pain…there is no buzz attached to it and that seems to be more along the lines of what the man was seeking.
My guess, and it’s only a guess, is that Michael was given a dose of Demerol on top of whatever pills he was taking and that caused him to go into respiratory arrest leading to a cardiac arrhythmia that was NOT going to be helped by lidocaine. That arrhythmia is called ventricular fibrillation. A heart in V-Fib simply cannot perfuse the brain with enough oxygen to support life.
It would appear that the doctor panicked and he may or may not have had Narcan with him which would have immediately reversed the effects of the narcotics in Michael’s system. If Michael was given parental Demerol in a setting that did not have Narcan, there is absolutely a problem. If the doctor refrained from calling 911 and instead tried to revive Michael himself, there’s another problem. Of course, those problems are piled on top of the fact that Michael alledgedly had drugs usually reserved for cancer patients and post-operative patients.
I don’t know how you convince a person that they are absolutely subject to the rules of mortality but I do know that someone needs to do a PSA specifically for famous yahoos surrounded by “Yes people”. Shame on everyone who sat back and allowed this to happen.
VERY IMPORTANT COMMENT TO READ:
Be careful and cautious of what you read; especially now. False information is spreading faster than the truth.
On trashselector.com (the name speaks for itself) you refer to Michael’s family as ‘black trash’. The Jackson family is devastated by his passing. Janet’s heartbreaking speech at the BET awards should tell you that. Joseph Jackson’s ill behavior should not be reflected onto everyone else.
Katherine Jackson for one, is no longer with her husband; they have been separated for years now. (I still don’t know why so many people are under the impression that they are). He will not be apart of taking care of the children while she is holding temporary custody at the moment.
There’s a fabricated interview and article about the nanny of Michael’s children that has been spreading around like wildfire. All the quotes contained in the article were made up. The poor woman’s name is being defamed, and she has been a loyal friend to Mr. Jackson from the beginning.
Didn’t mean to make this so long, I suggest you read this:
http://www.intent.com/mallikachopra/blog/bloodsuckers-and-world-michael-jackson
Peace out.
I’m meeelltiiiinng!!!
June 26, 2009
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I give up and I fully admit that I came to the South on my own. It wasn’t my idea but I wasn’t in shackles and I was a full grown woman when I got here. I could have left any number of times. Now I’m stuck and I can’t figure out how to get the hell out of here. Someone needs to come and get me.
My birthday is next Monday and when people ask me what I want, I don’t know what to tell them. I pretty much just want to get the hell out of dodge. How can I tell the locals that my birthday wish is to leave them and they’re pick up trucks and get as far away as I can? Oh well, my official answer is that I want to go on a vacation, far, far away from here.
The 23rd was the anniversary of my mother’s death and the night before that, I dreamt about her. I hadn’t been thinking much about her lately because of all the stupid shit I’ve been dealing with. But, when I woke up that morning I remembered that I dreamt my mother won 23 million dollars in the lottery. So, since she died on the 23rd and she won 23 million in the dream that I had on that day, I had to take that as some sort of message. Naturally, I bought lottery tickets. I rarely do that because I don’t have the kind of luck that it takes to find a decent coupon for dog food, there’s no way that I would think that I could win the lottery. But, that day I did. The drawing is on the night of the 30th, come back then and I’ll let you know if I’m rich or if I’m still just an idiot with rotten luck.
I walked to the store that day because I had to walk the dog anyway. As I was walking, I looked up in the sky and saw a perfect X made out of clouds. Of course I took that as another message and kept walking to buy my lottery tickets. Then, a couple of minutes later, I looked up to see the X but it was gone and had been replaced with a great big cloud heart. My sisters are usually more into that kind of stuff than I am but what the heck, I’ll play along.
Once more, as I tried to have a pity party, I was smacked in the face with people much worse off than I am. Remember when I had the worms on my ceiling that turned out to be moth larvae? I bitched about that until some woman had a real worm removed from her brain. Now, I’m sitting here nursing my injuries from the weekend and other people are dropping like flies.
When I was much, much, much younger, my father would let us stay up long enough to watch Johnny Carson’s monologue before he sent us off to bed. I never missed Ed McMahon’s deep voice saying “Here’s Johnny!” When I was discovering boys, there were a couple of them who took my world by storm and one of them was Michael Jackson. When my son was a baby, I would drive from Petaluma to LA to visit a cousin who happened to live in the same complex as Dick Van Patton. His wife’s best friend would be there occasionally and I was lucky enough to meet her a few times. Her name was Farrah Faucett.
OK, Ed McMahon was an old man. But Farrah wasn’t that much older than I and Michael Jackson was 2 months younger. This is getting creepy. I guess I’m getting to that age where people I know are going to start croaking on a regular basis. My grandparents would read the obituaries daily to see what acquaintances had died. I won’t be doing that. I’m sort of freaking out over all the dead people and I don’t need to look for more bad news, it always seems to find me sooner or later anyway.
I remember having great-grandparents, grandparents and parents. They always insured that I had a bit of a death buffer but now my father is the only one left, I’m on deck and I’m rather unnerved about that. And my father isn’t really much of a buffer because that SOB is gonna live to be 104 and I’ll be gone before he hits 80. He asked me to die after he dies but I can only do so much. He needs to take up smoking or some other unhealthy vice or he’s gonna bury more kids than this one.
Now I’m really freaking myself out so I must go do something to get my mind off of my own impending death. I’ll be back soon…I hope.
Domestic violations
June 23, 2009
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Did you know that what happened to me the other night is considered “domestic violence”? I didn’t. But, that’s what the cops said. I haven’t yet figured out the logic behind that one but I guess the cops know what they’re doing. (I almost gagged on that last sentence, and I didn’t even use my mouth to say it.)
I have to admit, I almost expect a husband to be violent and I know that’s considered domestic violence. But you don’t expect to be assaulted when you’re with a man you’ve known for less than a week.
It offended me the first time I prosecuted a man for domestic violence because it wasn’t in criminal court, it was in Family and Juvenile Court. That just hit me wrong so I asked someone why that was and the answer was to “protect me from anyone finding out what happened” I didn’t commit any crimes…why the hell would I care if anyone found out? I think it protected my ex and his reputation much more than it protected me and mine.
As if that wasn’t offensive enough, now I hear that it’s domestic violence to have a friend attack you, possibly poison you and then do God knows what to you. Isn’t that interesting? If I had been another dude, I doubt that anyone would have attached “domestic violence” to the crime. I’m pretty sure they would have called it assault and battery and left it at that. But, since I’m a woman, it’s domestic violence. Go figure.
I don’t know what that term means for a crime…I would guess a lighter sentence. It certainly seems that way, doesn’t it? The guy who bruised up Rihanna won’t be going to jail and as much as people complain about that, Chris Brown DID get a stiff sentence compared to what I’ve seen. I’ve never seen anyone that domestically violated me go to jail. Even Rick didn’t go when he violated a restraining order and assaulted me for a third time in one summer. I know he didn’t get a felony rap which Brown did receive. That does mean something to the man…or it will eventually. But, the way men get away with knocking women around, I’m sure he will be having that felony expunged from his record. Geragos probably told Brown…”Just wait a couple of years and we’ll have it expunged, no biggie.”
Unless that psycho guy who assaulted me comes at me with a gun, knife or more of his simple handiwork, I’ll probably be OK. I doubt that he’ll get close enough to me and my dog to hurt me again. But there are women walking around who might just be headed for a pavement bouncing. And just like I’m someone’s mother, daughter, grandmother and sister…the future victims of this creep will have people who care about them.
The legal term “scienter” comes to mind. I hope that it never has to be applied to the cops as relates to Mike Mallon. But, now that I think of it…I wonder if he has a history of doing this? People just don’t suddenly turn violent at 56.
Three strikes…the cops are out. Now who do I call?
June 22, 2009
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OK it’s been well over 24 hours since the incident that I mentioned in the last post. I have now officially reported this crime to 3 cops. The last one told me that I should call the original officer who started the report. This, after I said, quite plainly…three times, that “there might still be evidence that can be collected”. Maybe it’s me, but are cops getting thicker as their muscles get bigger?
About an hour ago I was on my couch watching the news when I noticed a cop peeking in my window. I told him to go around back and I would go out the back door which he did. He asked to see a friend of mine who was sleeping. Supposedly he had a ticket for her and he needed to drop it off. I asked him if there was anything more going on that I should know and he said, “Nope.”
I went and got the chick and the cops arrested her for her traffic hijinx right there on the spot. That’s for a judge to figure out but since I had a few cops at my house, I thought I’d mention the previous day’s events and see what he had to contribute.
At first I was hesitant to speak to him because I’ve heard three cops lie in the past day. But, as time passes, more and more bruises pop up and more of me is sore. So, I gave it another chance and after I explained my hesitancy about being lied to, he officer had this sage advice, “The reason the officer did that is so you didn’t tell her that we were here and have her bolt out the back door.” I love it. More defending of their brother cops.
And, as I told him then, “OK, I’ll give all the cops a mulligan. At the end of the day, there could be evidence that could be obtained.” He wanted the know, “So, what exactly happened? You’re telling me that a cop was a jerk. What do you want me to do?” So, I had to spell it out to him.
I said, “There’s a chunk of Saturday night that I don’t remember. What I do remember was being dragged out of a car, coming to in the street and ever since then bruises have been popping up all over my body and I have no clue how they got there. I can’t even show you all of the bruises but here’s the ones on my arms (see below). Clumps of hair came out of my head yesterday morning and I don’t know why. I’ll take care of myself, you’re the cop and I’m reporting a crime. I’m trying to be very efficient with my words, I’m not emotional, I haven’t been drinking and there’s no one here telling you that I had sex. There’s no reason for me to deserve these injuries. You take it from here. If you want this guy in your neighborhood, then never mind.”
That’s when he gave me the great advice to wait until tonight and see if the guys who took the original report would come back since they started the file. That almost sounds reasonable until you consider the fact that evidence that might be here now is likely going to be gone by tonight.
I’ve told this story to three cops in Marietta, Georgia and so far, not one of them has seen fit to treat me like a victim. I asked the last one to at least consider me a witness. But, for one reason or another, not one of the three has seen fit to take me seriously. BUT…every single one of them has defended the actions of the other cops as though instinct compelled them to do so. It’s nice to know that our cops are a tight-knit group. But what good is that if all they do when you report a crime is explain the asshole actions of other cops?
This is almost getting funny. I would think that within a few days I’ll see the humor in it all. But, for right now, the entire right side of my chest hurts when I inhale. My dog is seemingly the only male in Marietta who consistently acts more like a gentleman than all of the other testosterone induced shitheads combined.
My friend may have broken the law, I don’t know, I wasn’t there. But it’s interesting how the cops showed up only after I posted the last post. I have a feeling that the cops in this town aren’t going to be done until they’ve arrested anyone who is in this house for one thing or another. Of course, in the meantime, there’s someone who DOES know what happened to me Sunday morning and not one cop has asked him what that could be. That is apparently because, “If two people are drinking, we could arrest either one of you for drunk in public.” I understand that. What I don’t understand is why drunk in public is a concern but drunk while driving a car is NOT. After that idiot got away with DUI, I shouldn’t have expected the cops to be worried about me. But, I’d rather not get arrested for being the victim of a crime that I don’t fully understand and I seriously see that as an option.
Ouch…that’ll leave a mark
June 21, 2009
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I finally figured out…
…why I found Hippie Dude so compelling. It was apparently my knack for falling for violent men. I haven’t been around one of those since my divorce which means that I’ve been free from any man induced injuries for close to 5 years. That explains why I didn’t see this one coming…it just never occurred to me that this was an option. I weigh about a hundred pounds and Hippie Dude weighs well over two hundred pounds so violence is about the last thing that I would see coming. I’m an idiot.
Last night I was over at Hippie Dude’s place watching a movie and having a good time. The last thing I remember is the movie ending. The next thing I remember is pouring a drink on his car seat out of anger. I don’t know what I was angry at and up until a few minutes ago, I didn’t think much of the fact that I didn’t remember anything because the next thing that happened was so painful that I dealt with that issue first.
I was yanked out of his car by the arm and I fell on the street, injuring my right shoulder. I was still a bit fuzzy at that time so I can’t explain all of the bruises and cuts but luckily, a passerby called the police. I remember thinking that I would be safe once the police got there. When the police officer approached me, I started to show him my injuries but he immediately said, “Don’t even bother or I’ll arrest you for being drunk in public.” I was baffled by his attitude but things were still a bit hazy so I just shut up and let him drive me home.
By the time I got home I was coming around pretty well and I was angry at the bruises all over me so I called 911 and asked for a different cop. Four squad cars pulled up…one of them the cop who refused to help me earlier. I was sitting on my back steps with a bloody towel when a cop who said that he was the other cop’s supervisor was trying to explain why an officer would behave the way the first cop had behaved. I understood what he was saying, he didn’t have to say it over and over again. It would have been nice if he was more concerned with me than he was with defending the nit wit who refused me help, but at least he didn’t threaten to arrest me.
Of course the cops asked me why the guy was violent and I told them…I don’t remember. While the supervisor cop was defending the nit wit cop, I overheard the nit wit cop telling another officer that the guy who assaulted me said that this all happened after we had sex. I just assumed that the guy was lying and went back to talking to the second cop.
I was sitting on the step bloody, bruised and not remembering a thing that had happened and all the cops could do was defend their buddy and discuss whether or not I had sex.
I went into my room and fell asleep. Then, when I woke up this morning, I started noticing new bruises. I also started trying to put together what happened last night. When I remembered the guy mentioning that I had sex, I dismissed it as a lie that the bum told the cops. Then, I went to brush my hair and I realized that the back of my head was totally messed up like I had been laid. That’s when I began to realize how bad last night really was.
By the time the second group of cops got there, I doubt that anyone could say that I was drunk (not that it should have mattered) but I did have a few glasses of wine during the movie so I was more concerned with not being arrested than I was with my injuries and what could have possibly happened. But basically, I can’t remember anything from when the movie ended until I spilled the lemonade on the car seat. I don’t know why I did that and now I’d really, really like to know. The police were only concerned with what I might have done to earn the assault so they didn’t even try to ask any questions about the assault itself. I told them that I didn’t remember anything and they must have assumed it was because I had been drinking. If that were the case, I wouldn’t have remembered everything after the incident so well.
Even the EMT’s that came acted as though I was a pain in the ass so I actually felt guilty about requesting a ride to the emergency room so I declined the offer. The more today goes along, the more it’s all starting to come together.
I have no clue why I didn’t remember a huge chunk of last night and I’m not terribly sure how the bruises got all over me although I do remember being dragged out of the car and bouncing off the pavement. I also remember trying to get help from the police and being threatened with arrest. I even remember the supervisor explaining why a cop should ignore a bruised and bleeding woman because she may have had sex. I don’t remember having sex, I just don’t know if I did or not. I don’t remember how the bruises got on my throat and I’m not sure how my finger was sliced open. But, I do remember being threatened by the police after I called them to help me. And, I certainly remember all the reasons why a cop has no responsibility to a woman who “asked” to be assaulted.
Perhaps I’m forgetting a lot more, but the cop who said that we were both drinking didn’t seem to mind that the man was driving, just that I was “drunk in public”. I wouldn’t have been in public if I hadn’t been dragged out of a car and tossed onto the pavement. But, I guess if you have a woman who may or may not have had sex to arrest, why bother with a drunk driver?
Marietta City Police Department
Officer Braxton
Sgt. Bryd
770-794-5300
What on Earth is this salty substance?
Well, this has been an interesting week. I had my first argument with a guy since my divorce and I actually cried over it! I hadn’t thought about it…but I haven’t cried in years. I know that because if I had remembered what crying did to my face, I never would have done it. My eyes were all swollen and puffy for a day and a half and I was miserable and nervous feeling. I don’t know what that’s all about.
Ordinarily, if a guy annoyed me I would have laughed in his face and skipped away. I don’t know what the hell is wrong with me that I actually bothered arguing with Hippie Dude but I sure as hell did…for an entire day! I don’t understand this one little bit.
Hippie Dude got mad at me for something that I perceived as stupid but it was obviously important to him. We argued back and forth over email while he was at work. I couldn’t count the times that I read one of his emails and thought to myself, “FUCK THIS!” But each time, I would eventually rejoin the argument and at one point a salty substance began to come out of my eyes.
My head was telling me to block his emails and go on to another activity but something inside of me wouldn’t let me do that. As I said, I haven’t bothered bickering with anyone since my idiot husband left. I can’t imagine why I bothered…I didn’t understand it then and I sure as hell don’t understand it now. Eventually we stopped arguing and he came over the next day with a couple of Philly Cheese Steaks. We had a nice evening watching TV and when he left, he said that we should get together Saturday night…which we will be doing this evening.
Then, I sat around wondering why on earth I would bother seeing a guy who made me cry. But, I totally was over the argument so now I’m just looking forward to seeing him tonight. Someone needs to explain this to me because I’m totally baffled as to why I would not only allow someone to make me cry…but then look forward to seeing him again.
Over the past 5 years, I’ve had men get annoyed with me and I’ve gotten annoyed with them but that was only an excuse to get the heck out of Dodge and find another man who hadn’t yet irritated me. As I said, this one was angry over something that I thought was stupid but after the entire thing was over with, I actually apologized! It’s all very vexing.
I have no clue what’s going on in my head but to look forward to seeing a man who annoyed me is relatively new to me. As I said, when a man gets mad at me for something that I think is stupid, I usually take that as a reason to find another one. But, I couldn’t help myself, I just kept on trying to fix the situation. Then, at one point I figured out that if he was going to bother hanging around long enough to keep fighting, I should probably do the same. That goes against every single instinct to run that I usually have.
And the salty crap coming out of my eyes! What on earth was that all about? I’ve gone for YEARS without crying like that. Why would I release that shit from my eyes over a guy that I’ve only know for a short time? I SO don’t get it.
It blew me away that anyone would even get annoyed with a person that they’ve only know for a short time. I was so baffled that I wanted to laugh and tell him that he should sit and spin but I couldn’t do it. I was actually concerned that his feelings had been hurt even though I didn’t really understand why. I spent a day and a half bickering with him over something that I thought was stupid and then, when he came over the next day with those cheese steaks, I was just happy to see him and I actually cuddled with the same person who had caused the salty crap to flow down my face just the day before.
This is SO not me. I must analyse this a bit more and I think I need your help. What would cause this exasperating situation? Why would a person go back for more? What’s going on here? I spent a day sick to my stomach and out of control of the situation (which I despise) and then, instead of saying, “Next!”…I looked forward to seeing him again.
I’m quite confused…why would an adult woman allow this to happen?
I can be such an IDIOT!
June 15, 2009
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Hi ya’ll!!!
I spent the weekend lying on my couch, trying to get the swelling in my knee to go down. Part of the time I was listening to the TV but most of the time I was thinking about my latest flame. I was thinking how nice he was and how much I enjoy kissing him. Then I was trying to remember the last time I felt like this about a guy and I realized it has been a long, long time. I was thinking about how I never expected to feel like this again in my life and how it was such a nice surprise. Then I realized what a jack ass I am.
What kind of moron expects a guy to allow this type of happiness to go on for any length of time? DUH! It isn’t allowed and I, of all people, should know that.
When I worked at a drug and alcohol treatment center, I learned about something called “stinking thinking”. That’s what drunks are guilty of. They keep on repeating the same behavior over and over again expecting something different to happen. But, like a drunk ends up in jail after a drinking binge, I end up hurt after a “guy” binge. I should know better and now I feel like I deserve 40 lashes with a wet noodle. If I had the energy to boil a noodle, I would…but I don’t.
Can you believe that I almost fell for that crap? He really is a nice guy and he really is as sexy as hell but I can’t assume that a nice and sexy guy will stick around. It’d be different if he were in a wheelchair, it’s harder to roll away than it is to walk away. But, alas, he’s a strapping, healthy man and he could probably outrun me if I started chasing him.
I don’t know which is more shocking…that I still CAN feel like this about someone or that I’m insane enough to go ahead and DO it. Thank GOD I came to my senses. This could have been bad.
Oh well, it’s nice to know that I can still feel like that. Not that is does me any good, why the hell would I want to roll those particular dice?
