Chronic Ama

I think there remains much to be explained in my beliefs, especially as of lately with the government shut down and the doomed financial state that the country is in. In particular, I commented the other day about an email I received from one of my finance companies that is currently reviewing my portfolio in light of the government shut down. In short, the shutdown will cause to me lose money and I will probably end up paying my financial advising agency to redistribute my investments in hopes of not losing big. If you don't understand what this means, stop reading now. You are probably not financially smart enough, or even just smart enough to understand my disgust at the "system" as a whole. In particular, the welfare system right now.  What irritated me so much is that while I risk losing money that I worked for and invested (and have been investing since I was 21 and opened my 401k through my employer), there were plenty of unfinancially savvy individuals th

I'm trying to collect my thoughts and online research on my son's chronic ear infections. I say chronic because since February of this year, he's had 6 diagnosed ear infections as well as one or two in between that didn't require a trip to the doctor. How do I know he had them in between? Well, it starts with a low grade fever and a little bit of irritability. Then, about 3 days after the fever starts, his ear has nasty gunk coming out of it that can be wiped away with a tissue. His ear just drains for a day and then he's back to normal, no antibiotics needed.   Since February, he's only skipped one month of an ear infection... May... the one month I am able to get him into an ear, nose and throat doctor. The ENT finds he has no problems hearing and his ears look fine and tells me to wait it out.  That brings me about 4 more ear infections later and to a late night of research. I'm wondering if tubes really will help with the ear infections and

September is a wonderful month for so many reasons! Let me tell you about a few... My daughter, son and mom (as well as many many friends) were all born in this fine month! I love celebrating my kids' birthdays! I think I overindulge them just a bit, but it is so worth it! They are just 6 days apart in September, so until they get older, they share a birthday party. We also make sure we celebrate on their actual birthday as well! I also decorate the house at the beginning of the month so we can celebrate all month long.  Why are my kids' birthdays so important to me? Well, starting with my daughter, I was told it would be very difficult for me to have kids due to my PCOS. Amazingly, within a month of being told that, I was pregnant. And with my son, I was told it was nearly impossible for me to have more kids, so we gave up trying and then about 2 months after that, I was pregnant. Both kids shared the same due date and both kids came a just a bit early. So, each y

I just learned to never search for ovarian cyst pictures after you've just eaten a big lunch. Did you know some of those things can grow hair!! Gross! Thankfully the one I had just three weeks ago wasn't any hairy trouble. It was more trouble being told to go to the ER in case I needed surgery for a cyst or possible abdominal adhesions that were causing ovarian torsion or some other misdeed. Of course they couldn't find anything at the ER that was causing me pain. And a great pain I did have for a few days! Even a follow up with my OBGYN still had a big question mark on my pain. I was, of course, a little scared and a little pissed to be having problems again, especially with no answers. Thankfully an ultrasound done last week revealed I did have a cyst burst, but it was a cyst caused by ovulation. It seems I may be in the small percent that has occasional painful ovulation.  I was supposed to follow up with the doctor this morning, but they had to cancel.

I don't know why, but I'm having a "fuck you" kind of manic moment right now. And it's barely Wednesday. Stress has already fucked up my body enough this week. I thought it had already caught up with me, but I guess that bitch is still hounding. I thought maybe my allergies would ease the fuck up, but that's not happening. I can't put my finger on it. I think I need some headphones and a quiet spot. Or maybe some more booze. Ugh, I don't know. Maybe I should just get up and start yelling about how fucking awesome I am. But I don't think I need to yell. It just pours out of me.  And now I want a new tattoo. Don't tell me mom. She'll read this on her own. And then I'll hear, "no, you don't need anymore tattoos." But truth is, "we want more, we want more!" At least I'm responsible. There are others who aren't. And I can't wait to watch them wither away and have their children follow suit

I don't really give a shit about much lately. Well, as news and politics are concerned. I'm a registered Republican, but Republicans and Democrats alike can line up to kiss my ass. Here's why... I could really give a crap about gay marriage lately. I don't care who gets married. Marriage as an institution has already been ruined by celebrities and their two second nuptials, I don't really think that two men or women that love each other can do more damage than Britney Spears. Marriage also predates current organized religious traditions. Pretty sure the Vikings had plenty of proper marriage traditions and they were far from Cristian or Catholic traditions. I'm also pretty sure that Christians held the Vikings in thought as base  pagans, yet toward the end of the Viking age, plenty converted. Whatever. If you want to get married, go for it. It's hard work. I know. If you're not up the hard work, don't do it. Same goes for having kids, though.

I think I may be the only person to admit that it is a little sad when your once curve-hugging jeans are now saggy-ass jeans. I like my big butt and I cannot lie. But, I also like the fact that since January 22nd, I have lost a little more than 6 pounds without really even trying. Yeah, you probably think I'm full of shit, but hear me out...  After my 10th anniversary party, it kinda hit me that I wasn't as healthy as I should be. I reached my goal of being freed of my medical problems, but now I was faced with keeping it that way. I still have one ovary, and thus, still have polycystic ovarian disease (PCOD) and will remain on meds for that until it's time to hit menopause, but I can still help my body be all it can be. Or something like that.  My main enemy is sugar. My PCOD causes insulin resistance, meaning that my body doesn't respond to normal insulin levels, leaving my blood sugar quite high and thus shooting me into the high risk category for type 2