Friday, December 29, 2006

The Holidays, Gallstones and Rocky Balboa

I haven't posted in a few days. I've been too busy in the insanity of my home aka Christmas. The kids have enjoyed the gifts this year which makes me and Jim happy. They've played themselves out though so it's only a matter of time before the toys are old fodder and they are back to dangling from the ceiling.

I got some good stuff this year. Dooney purse (always wanted one of these but was too cheap to get one). New Fossil watch (I'll still wear my old one mostly, I got it on my wedding day and the memories are more important to me than avoiding the scratched face I can't even read time from anymore). And my favorite...a diamond eternity ring from my wonderful husband. God I love this man and not just for the gifts. He just is so attentive sometimes (and other times he drives me batty).

Life would be great if it weren't for this freaking Gallbladder and its stones. I've had 3 attacks in the last two weeks and this was after I watched everything that passed my lips. It doesn't matter what I do, the attacks still come. I'd rather endure labor I swear!! The pain uggg!!! And what's bad is I get so fracking pissed off when it happens because I know it won't just go away and that the pain will persist for at least an hour or two. Going to the ER does nothing since they make me wait for pain relief (they know I have the gallstones, they took the ultrasound!! How in the holy hell can I be drug seeking??? The Doctor himself told me the pain was described as some of the worst imaginable!!).

I have to bitch a bit again about hospital care. While I understand that many people drug seek and they frequent the ER and Doc's for meds, that is no reason to punish those of us in legitimate pain. It is unfair to make someone that feels like death wait and wait for minutes that turn to hours for relief. I thought a Doctor's code was to help the sick and ease suffering? Yeah right, not here. The nurses give you nasty looks and stab you in the ass when you finally get the Doctor's ok for narcotics.

Anyhow, the gallbladder has to go. It can't stay there. I won't be making it past my pregnancy. After my 1st trimester is up, I want this bastard out, out, OUT!! I've never had surgery and I'm somewhat nervous but if it means no more hell then just slice and dice. I'm beyond caring at this point. I do worry about the baby but sadly I'm a mother of 3 already and I have to be able to care for them. Jim can't take off work, it's my job to be caregiver during the day. It sucks being put in a position to have to make choices but in the long run, I have children here who need me NOW. I'm hoping the baby is as tough as they are and will hang in there with me during this.

I'm excited about this weekend. Not because it's New Year's but because I finally get to see Rocky Balboa. Go ahead, laugh it up. I love Sly. I don't care if he's old enough to be my Grandpa. He's da man and I'll gladly put down some cash to check out a movie that will take me back to when I was a little girl, chilling with my Dad, watching Rocky. I know it's kind of redundant but it's a part of my childhood and I never did get to see any of the films in the theatre...til now.

One last thing. During this christmas break, Jimbo and I have had the chance to watch tons of rentals. We had the misfortune of renting two of the biggest duds, both starring Nik Cage. Please don't waste your time with World Trade Center. It consists of Nik in a dark hole with his partner and not much else. It's so slow and boring. I found myself wanting to skip to the end to see what happened. And for the love of god DO NOT rent the Wicker Man. That is the worst movie I've ever seen in my entire life. It was repetitive, stupid and the ending made me want to up chuck. I want those 2 hours of my life back. It's that bad. On a positive note, Masters Of Horror is new tonight on Showtime, I love that show and Jimbo and I watch every new episode. It's "our" alone time night.

I'm off, I have appointments to make for my dog (I have to haggle with my Vet, he always wants to do tests for Ceaz that are totally unneeded. Everytime his visit rolls round I have to remind our kind but expensive pet doc that we are not the Hilton's and don't have money to blow). And I've got to get some laundry done.

Happy New Year!! (saying that now, just in case I don't get a post in beforehand)