Monthly Archives: February 2017
I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired. I’ve been sick to varying degrees since August. Fucking AUGUST. The most recent bout of “blah”? An abscessed wisdom tooth. Now, I’ve given birth twice (one unmedicated, one emergency cesarean section), and I’ve NEVER experienced pain like I’ve been dealing with for the past month. A trip to Urgent Care last week gave me a prescription for heavy duty antibiotics (the strongest they give outside of a hospital setting), and naprosyn 500 for the pain. Yeah… That doesn’t even come close to even relieving any amount of the pain shooting from the top of my head down to my neck. Since I live right smack dab in the middle of the “Heroin Highway”, they don’t give any stronger pain relievers, for the risk of either creating new addicts or people who are just seeking drugs. People who genuinely need the meds are suffering because of this.
So, yeah… Uncontrollable pain has left me a miserable cranky pants the past few weeks…
STBXH is now XH. Our divorce was finalized yesterday morning. It was a lot quicker than I was expecting. Our hearing was scheduled for 1000am, and after he agreed with everything I’d said in the paper work, I was back in the truck by 1008. I’m pretty sure they let us in the court room early, but I’m not sure how early.
when you have to break out the prescription pain reliever…
And that’s just how my day started. Woke up around 0215 in miserable pain from a toothache/earache/migraine combo. Downed some ibuprofen and went back to sleep, hoping I could just sleep it off.
Woke up to my alarm blaring at 0630, and it was worse. Popped yet more ibuprofen, crossed my fingers that it would kick in. Give it an hour, and ZERO relief, so I said ‘fuck it’ and took some Lortab we had on hand. Omfg it’s been about an hour, and the pain is **almost** gone. Fucking finally. Now, hopefully, I can keep it under control with the ibuprofen, since I HATE taking narcotic pain relief, unless abso-fucking-lutely needed.
By four little fuzzy feet.
He’s simply been a joy to have in our home. He’s a sweet little fuzzbutt. And when he’s hyped up, his little bobtail gets to wagging, causing me to giggle every time.
We tossed around a few names for him, but Phoenix stuck, mainly for the symbolism. In mythology, a phoenix is a bird that bursts into flames when it’s time to die, and is then reborn from the ashes.