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anxiety, Evie Cat, family, friends, kids, life, limits, love, mental illness, moods, motivation, school, skin conditions, stress
This is Josh’s weekend to have his daughter. She’s a good kid, but she’s 11, and she likes to talk. No, wait, what I meant to say is that the only time she fucking shuts up is when there’s food in her mouth or when she’s sleeping. It’s killing me. And she told me yesterday that she likes hanging out with me more than her dad because I talk to her (more like listen appropriately) and I’m not always messing with my phone.
So anyway, I managed to get my homework done finally and we got some of the stuff done around the house. To his credit, Josh cooked lunch and dinner yesterday with only a little bit of help. And the help was only because he isn’t as confident of his cooking skills as he probably should be. He’s a good cook.
Mom and the kid and I ran some errands in the afternoon, and after we got home I knew that I made the right decision about not going to see Phantom. We were gone for about 2 hours total and my legs were killing me. They actually started draining so bad that Mom could see the gunk on my pants. Nice.
And now I think it’s time to revisit something I haven’t done in awhile…
This week I was thankful for:
- Mom encouraging me to see her doctor who is way more amazing than the doctor I normally see. I finally got the referral I needed for a dermatologist.
- Mom and Josh putting up with me mostly being a whiny little bitch.
- F being completely understanding when I bailed on the Phantom trip. She is truly a BFF.
- Evie Cat letting me train her to beg for treats.
- Y’all leaving me such nice comments. That really helped cheer me up.
- Mom making me watch Dancing with the Stars with her Monday night after I had my meltdown about the “failed” assignment. I got to see Tommy Chong in a green pimp suit dance to Drop it Like It’s Hot. Priceless.
Mental in the Midwest 
Damn, honey, your legs sound sooooo painful 😦
I’m really glad you’re going to see a specialist and hopefully get something sorted out soon.
Well done on pulling positives out of what’s been a pretty shitty week-hang in there girl, you’re doing fabulous xx
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Thanks sweetie! This skin stuff is pretty miserable, but there are people who have it so bad that they can’t work at all. I’m quite thankful mine hasn’t gotten that bad. I am definitely hoping that this new doc has some good news for me.
I try to find the good where I can. It’s too easy to get caught up in the bullshit and then the depression gets worse and it gets even harder to make progress.
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Great that you found a better doc. yay for your mom, mom’s have always the best suggestions :o)
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They totally do, and I have the best tiny mommy ever. 😀
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Okay… I now get the appeal of Dancing with the Stars. Watching Celebrities make fools of themselves… 😆
Looks like you have a lot to be thankful for! 😀
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Some of them are actually good. Tommy Chong, not so much. 🙂
I feel like I always have at least something to be thankful for, I just need a little reminder now and then.
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I sure hope you are able to get something figured out with your dermatologist. Sounds super-painful!
Nice list of thankfulness. Sounds like your mom is very supportive and helpful to you!
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She’s the best tiny mommy ever. 😀
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Best of luck with the new doc. I can’t even start to talk about my skin until I get other shit sorted out!
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Thanks, if it wasn’t getting progressively worse and didn’t hurt so fucking bad, I’d ignore it. But this is spreading to new, less pleasant, places and I’ve finally just had enough.
You’re getting set up with a new doc yourself soon, aren’t you?
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Yeah, but not til the 30th. Holding on until then!
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I don’t see the dermatologist until the 29th. We just need to tell ourselves that it’s only one more week. We’re strong women, we can survive anything for seven days. 😉
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Heh. I’ve not bled for years (by choice) but yeah – women are tough as hell!
Said while snorgling my Siamese to sleep … so cuuuute
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Me either! When I hit 35 I asked my GYN to take out all of the unnecessary bits. Best decision ever.
I really wish Evie Cat would snuggle. She’ll let you pet her, and when she really wants it she’ll pat you to get your attention, but that’s as far as it ever goes. 😦
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Aww, both my boys are huge cuddlers. Right up under my chin, under the covers, purr purr!
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Ach, so fucking jealous…
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I hesitate to say it, but I think it’s a boy cat thing. My boys have always been so loving and less… insane.
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I think you’re right. Evie’s dad and brother were both much more loving. Sadly, they moved south with my ex when we split.
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Aww. Well you still have her 🙂
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Haha – love your description of the kid. I know so many adults like that! She’s lucky to have a stepma like you. And I know a thing or two about stepmothers and exactly how bad they can be. Good luck with the legs, that sounds so painful! 😦
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I try to be good to her, but dammit, I opted not to have kids for a reason! I barely have patience for myself most days. Oh well… 😉
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Ever heard of gobstoppers, they shut me up……sometimes!! lol
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We have those here as well. Knowing her, she wouldn’t like them. She doesn’t seem to like anything tasty.
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