This week is dragging its lazy butt yet somehow…it’s Thursday already. And holy shit, I have not posted since Sunday. It’s not for a lack of things to say, believe me. But every single time I’ve gone to write a post, my fingers freeze over the keyboard. Then, inevitably, I log off. Why bother? If I can’t say what I want and need to say, then why say anything at all.
All week long. It’s been terrible.
I have this lump in my throat all the time and a fist in the pit of my stomach. I know why they are there. And I know why they have to remain there. Words unspoken. Perhaps another time, another place, I can let go and purge myself of these posts that are writing themselves within me all the time.
So, I was supposed to get this radioactive iodine treatment tomorrow. To reverse my hyperactive thyroid. And the doctor fucked up! I went this morning to get my blood taken. Because, before you get this procedure, you have to have a blood pregnancy test. They won’t take my word for it that it is virtually impossible that I’m pregnant. Apparently, they need my blood as proof. Assholes. And I HATE getting my blood taken. Like a big girl, I went and got it done. I didn’t even ask for a Snoopy band-aid and a lollipop.
Then I find out that I’m not on the schedule for tomorrow? What. The. Fuck??? I’ve been stressing and freaking out for over a month. WHY????
Now I have to wait a few more weeks in order to get this done. So in the meantime, I’m gaining weight, I’m 24/7 PMS, and I’m achey. All the flipping time. And I’m ready to used my freshly painted fingernails to rip someone…anyones…eyes from their sockets.
With the way my luck has been going with this particular doctor, I’m probably going to find out that somehow, despite protection…I’m pregnant. THAT WOULD SUCK. BIG, HUGE donkey balls.
The thing I was looking most forward to tomorrow. Not the radioactive stuff. It was staying the night in a hotel. By myself. With my laptop and my Atlas Shrugged. Being left alone. No whining. No crying. No complaining. For 24 hours.
OH…I need a momcation. I’ll even take a parentcation with my hubby. I just cuddle with the thought of escaping my children for a week or a few days. I butterfly and eskimo kiss pictures of vacation getaways. I. Need. It. Bad.
Then I think about this. I get to my destination. I don’t know about you but for me, it takes a couple days to get into the swing of things, ie, not being anything remotely like a mom, when my kids aren’t around. And by the time I get used to it and really start relaxing…it’s time to go home and clean the mess that the kids made while I was gone. So really, I’ve made it this long without a parentcation, I think I can make it another 12 years until the last kid is grown and out of the house. Because…only then, will I truly be able to go and enjoy what will really be…a VACATION. Although, I wouldn’t kick a 4 day cruise with my husband in the groin.
Oh yeah! I forgot to mention that I won a full pass to Gleek Retreat!! I’m going to Holland, Michigan overnight next weekend for, what sounds like, a fun and informative little blogging conference!! So excited. I guess that is kind of like a mini-momcation, no? Sorta. Except, minus Sven the Pool Boy fanning me and bringing me fruity frou-frou drinks. And I really like Sven the Pool Boy. But I’m very happy to spend 24 hours with some of my blog friends and to meet some new ones!!
One last thing. And this has absolutely NOTHING to do with anything I just wrote about…
Woman of little ho-bag that goes to middle school with my kids,
I saw you at the store, buying teeny, tiny skirts for your daughter. That I’m sure, without a doubt, she will pair with super spike fuck-me-pumps (in 8th grade).
I just want to say one thing to you…
Don’t be shocked when she turns up pregnant. Because, according to all the kids, her clothes match her actions.
Shame on you,
These women. You know what they say about taking the woman out of the trailer. Too bad they have to take their daughters down with them. * Shakes head shamefully*
Now I have to go check my calendar. So that I may find a different date to become radioactive. And hopefully, the doctor won’t screw this one up too. Poor guy.
And that…is all. For now.
Deb - Mom of 3 Girls says
It looks like your blog is back – yay! 🙂
What a pain about the treatment – I hope they can get you back on the schedule! It’s interesting because I’d never heard of that treatment – and now my husband is having the same thing done next week too. He had his thyroid removed a few weeks ago and they’re doing this to make sure there aren’t any cancer cells left.
I can’t wait to finally meet you next weekend at Gleek Retreat! 🙂
.-= Deb – Mom of 3 Girls´s last blog ..Couponing =-.
Tara R. says
After psyching yourself out, the doc nutted up? That really sucks. I hope you can reschedule soon so the wait won’t be crazy long.
You know I keep telling you to come down here in the tropical sun… I have a spot all picked out on the beach.
In Texas with have Julio the pool boy. Sven. Julio. The difference a few thousand miles makes.
.-= Jennifer´s last blog ..The best robe ever. =-.
I’m dreaming, semi-planning, a vacation but I know that it won’t really be a total break from all the crazy. i’ll just be bringing all the crazy with me. Enjoy your getaway.
.-= MomZombie´s last blog ..Bossy in Detroit =-.
Karen MEG says
Ugh on all that healthcare crapola, especially all that waiting and then for the screw up! I hope it all works out and soon for you.
I’d never heard of the Gleek retreat, but it sounds like fun!
I hear you on the any-cation …
.-= Karen MEG´s last blog ..Happy M Day =-.
I know the feeling – the doc’s here can’t decide if I do, or do not, have hyPOthryroidism. Meanwhile, I’m napping everyday, cranky, and depressed, with that same lump in my throat.
My intuition says yes, but they keep saying, “I dunno!”, with their stupid tongues hanging halfway out of their mouths.
I must have moved into the land of medieval medicine!
You’re right – you do need a vaca girl!
.-= Carolyn´s last blog ..Gulf Coast Oil Spill: Awaiting Our Fate From The Angry Seas =-.