Yes, I'll take some cheese with my whine....

We all wake up sometimes with things on our minds and we just know its not going to be an easy day to get through.

Well, my day has lasted about 3-1/2 months now.

(whine)

Yes, this is a poor me post.

I want to just sit and scream, cry, throw things, run away, make ugly faces at people (now this will not be too difficult for me to do....whine...), hide in the corner, climb walls and eat tons and tons of chocolate.

But I can't, so I will just whine right here.

July 4th, 2007 11:00 PM - my last cigarette. The night before my first back surgery. I didn't realize at that time that it would be my last and sometimes I really don't want it to have been my last. I want to smoke! It's my right to kill myself and cough and hack up a lung damnit! But, my darned son is proud of me for quitting and so is my mom. Arrrrrghhhhh......(that is the sound of a frustrated whine).

July 5th, 2007 I had my first of two back surgeries. Yep, they split open my spine, chopped off two bulging disks and cleaned out around the spinal cord. Severe spinal stenosis he called it. Was having trouble walking and this was supposed to fix it. Ok fine - do it. Drugs were good for the first two days. Couldn't pee without pressing on my stomach, running water in the sink or putting my hand in warm water. And I am 52 forgodssake!!! I did those sorts of things to my son when I was potty training him...23 years ago! But..it got better, I went home and started to heal..

Then BAM!....ouchies, cramps, severe pain even down the left leg again. Another MRI and yes folks - more surgery.

But first I got to go back to work for a whole 2-1/2 weeks!! Yea me! Just long enough to realize that my boss may not be selected for the president position they are hiring for (no..I do not qualify myself...sniffsniff...I won't go into that now...sniffsniff). And now we find he is also ill...(huge sigh inserted here).

August 23rd, 2007 - my second back surgery. More good drugs and once again - I can't pee. (awww come on body, you can do it. Please..pretty please) This time I was in the hospital for 4 days because I couldn't pee. And they tell me its normally men who have this problem.

I am female damnit. Well, at least last time I checked I was. (Whine)

At least this time the legs and back felt different. And now, eight weeks later my legs still feel great. No pain (knocking on wood here). Back has some pain but the doc said I need to get used to that as I will probably have that the rest of my life (whine).

Week and a half after I got back to work Mom had a stroke. My best friend has been struck again. This is her 5th. It happened as I sat there talking to her. We were getting ready to take her to my place - she hadn't seen the house since we got all moved in.

And, from the hospital she went to a nursing home for rehabilitation. She is doing great in there and working very hard. I am very proud of her.

But I am also very tired.

I am back to working 50 hour weeks. I go to see Mom every other day and spend a few hours (which I do NOT mind), but the drive from there to the house is long (my sisters both live 10 minutes away - one has visited ONCE in the last month), I do her laundry for her (the home charges $75 a month and they wash everything in hot water). The new house wasn't cleaned much while I was down so I am still trying to catch up on all of that (you really don't think the roomie could or would scrub floors or toilets now do you???). I try to stay upbeat for Mom. It's not always easy, but I try my best.

My boy is having back problems of his own. Seeing the neurologist and will start having some sort of injections into the spine this week. He is too young to have surgery - way too young. (Fix my boy ok?? please???)

The roomie is a whole other story. Lets just say (for now) that this past Saturday was Sweetest Day. Yes, another silly holiday made up by the card and candy companies. The roomie got me a card. Ok fine. Yes, I got him more than that but that's ok. Its just that - after 9 years (yes, 9 long years) - he still spells my name wrong. And it's not like I have a difficult name.

Its Sandy.

(Whine)

Ok, so that is my whine.

Colby please, with crackers. And maybe some pepperjack or swiss.

Yes - It's October - and you know what that means...

It's play with your boobies month!!

Ok ok, I am not trying to make light of a serious subject. (Well, actually I am...if you lose your sense of humor ya might as well just hang it up.)

It is Breast Cancer Awareness Month. It's been all over the news, the internet, the newspapers. Even a blog Boobie-Thon!

They are even selling pink ribbon shaped cookies at Kroger.

I bought two. One for Mom and one for me.

Mom, now 84 yrs old. A 2-1/2 yr. breast cancer survivor. (Big huge smile inserted here.)

So in June of this year I went to see my doctor. I had my yearly exam and testing done. With Mom having had breast cancer, my chances now increase. I am cancer free.

I am one of the lucky ones.

So ladies and gentlemen - have you examined yourself lately? Have you seen your doctor for your exam?

If not, please do. A lot of folks would like to keep you around a while longer.

I know I do.....my blog needs readers! (ok ok!!! I'll stop trying to make jokes!!)

Do it for you!