Panic Attacs SUCK

Bleh. Had a whopper of a panic attack on Tuesday. Couldn't get it to stop no matter what I tried, couldn't get a hold of anyone so I finally called 911.

Embarrassing but necessary. The police officer was a sweetie and the EMT guys all joked with me about firing up the grill and making 'em lunch. *G* I'd have done it too, if I had a grill.

To top all that off, I need to have a root canal. *laughs* Sometimes I wonder about my life. But it's all good. Went to the dentist on Wednesday and Himself wasn't going to stay with me but, when he saw me shaking (like I have never shook before...seriously!) he decided to blow off the first hour of work and then work through lunch to make it up. No matter how much I get grumpy at him, he's the man of my dreams. I got a good one. *smiles*

A note.

Dear Self,

In the future, please remember that, while it is really really good that you're cleaning the bathroom, don't forget to wear your glasses.

Also, Icy Hot =/= deodorant.


Painfully,

Me

Much better now

We argued it out. He sees where I am frustrated...I see where he is...well being himself. *sigh*

Anyway, it's over. I'm happy if still frustrated by the lack of staples (oh milk oh milk...where art thou milk?) and the thought that tomorrow I have to make dinner with pretty much nothing.

Yeah, I guess it's my fault for letting things get so low but, it's like pulling teeth from a caterpillar to get him to stop at the grocery...even when we're already out and about. And he did say we could go "if you just run in, get the milk and come back out." but I needed much more than milk. At least I made a damn list instead of expecting him to just wander around the store with me while I piddle farted around hemming and hawing.

*SIGH*

Oof.

BUT...I saw a knitting book that he said I could buy. Knit 2 Together by Tracy Ullman and Mel Clark. He's going to be happy when he finds that the $28 book is actually $5.50! *G* I just love a bargain and this is a GREAT book. Just got it home from the library and was flipping through...immediately started knitting a flower...so fun!

It's nice to be able to vent here though. I don't think he knows the address. Shall have to ponder giving it to him. *G*

GRRRR

So angry and frustrated right now.

Desperately need to hit the grocery for staples...totally out of Milk and good things for WWers. Himself said Tuesday "we'll go tomorrow". Wednesday: "we'll go tomorrow." Tonight. "we'll shop Saturday at 12:01 am while you get Harry Potter."

DAMMIT. I WANT TO GO NOW.

And it's not a matter of getting in the car and going myself. I. CAN'T. DRIVE. Not that I don't know how to drive...medically I CAN'T DRIVE.

So I'm expected to keep all of this inside myself and not let it out because it's his prerogative to just change plans on me whenever he freakin' feels like it.

Oh but God help me when *I* do it to him.


If I didn't love the asshole so much I'd bash him in the conk.


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For the love of BOB People!

Get this straight.

They're = They Are. As in "They're going to the theater"

Their = "Their seats at the theater were very good ones.

There = "They went to the theater over there."


Please, for the love of all that is good and kind in the world LEARN THIS CRAP WILL YA?

Crankily,

Me

Feeling kinda down

Don't know why really. I guess I'm over coagulated. I have the symptoms. Dammit. If I am, I'll bet The Doc will send me to be an inpatient for at least a night. I don't want to go. *sigh*

Just feel like crying. Tired. Can't focus.

Gah. I freakin' hate days like this. Even Second Life isn't cheering me up. (Virtual Shopping anyone?)

Guess I'll hit a hot bath and a book and see how things go from there.

Food recommendation

Tyson now has antibiotic free chicken. May I just say that I did NOT know that antibodies could make such a difference in the taste and texture of chicken.

I grilled up some of the skinless boneless boo...uh...breasts last night. (yay for George Foreman and his grill!) Sliced it, slapped it into a la tortilla factory tortilla (YUM) added some mixed spring greens and a bit of Asian dressing and...

nearly fainted from the foodgasm.

Had to try it straight from the grill and it was even better. Juicy. Tender. More like the chicken I remember from childhood.

Really, folks. Give this one a total try. YUM.

Why honey? Just why?

Why in the name of all that is and isn't in this world can't he put something where it belongs?

I mean, he gets close...I'll give him that. But it was one tiny little movement to put the used salad bag into the garbage can instead of on the sink next to the garbage can. Or the milk back into the fridge instead of on the counter next to the fridge...or...or...or...

And these all happened tonight. He wonders why the house gets so cluttered so quickly. Well if I'm in pain and can't do much, the stuff just piles up. Then he gets cranky and I get stressed and the pain levels rise until I'm in bed for days at a time...

It drives me crazy. But I love him and that's really all that matters in this world. He's mine. I'm his.

Warts and all.

So, here I am.

A blog. Really. Me writing a blog. Seems weird doesn't it? I mean, I like to write but often think I'm boring. C'est la vie and all that I guess.

Anyway, here I am out in the open for all to read.