Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Pain

This is a bad word in our family. I guess it's a bad word for Americans in general. We get shameful if we suffer pain, and especially if doctors can't find any underlying pathology.

Everybody in my mother's line of the family suffers chronic pain. They all have intestinal difficulties of one kind of another, as do I, and arthritis everywhere, as do I. I've relied on narcotic painkillers, and they do alcohol. Alcohol is a lot easier, because nobody hassles you about it, but it doesn't particularly agree with me. When I drink, I exchange my pain for nausea, and severe IBS problems the next day. Plus, it would make me even fatter.

But whenever I have to refill my hydrocodone, if I'm even a day early, I have to undergo humiliation as well as pain. I've never talked to anybody else who Uses, but I'm guessing we all have the same problem, since I get this shit everywhere I go, from doctor's staffs and pharmacists.

I don't know what the doctor will say when I see him this afternoon. I know he's sick of my problems, but he can't be any more so than I am.

End of rant.

Monday, March 17, 2008

It's the Robot Rebellion

Here's the problem: since we're retired, we're not exactly swimming in money. In fact, we didn't have that much to start with, and Chris' insurance is going to take more than $500 a month, and about $350 for the car payment. So we're hard up.

So the A/C breaks down, and the plumbing --- we need a new kitchen faucet, we need the drain cleaned out in the bathroom sink, and there's some kind of leak in the wall behind the bathroom sink cabinet. Water is spreading out over the floor in Danny's bedroom and the bathroom.

Here's the other thing. I REALLY don't want to go back to work. I hated work. I'm trying to avoid it at all costs. But we're going to have to spend savings to get these things fixed. It's not a very good sign, using savings in the first year.

I dunno....(*heavy sigh*)