Tinhuviel Artanis

Aunt Tudi had her labs and sat down with a dietitian. The dietitian, Mary, was very detailed when giving Aunt Tudi advice on what to eat and not to eat. She gave her a list of foods and dietary suggestions and I took extensive notes on the computer, so I think Aunt Tudi should be set on knowing her restrictions. Now, it's just a matter of having money to buy the foods she needs to eat! This is why rich people and breeders live longer than poor people with no children. They have the money, or food stamps, to buy the right foods! Blah...

I'm sorry for being so cynical. I just feel like a complete failure when it comes to taking care of Aunt Tudi the way she needs and then I stand at the dollar store, checking out the fucking dregs of society who don't deserve the food stamps that they have while they buy copious amounts of junk food and pop while Aunt Tudi sits at home eating all the wrong things because they're cheap. Then this makes me so upset, I end up writing run-on sentences, which pisses me off even more. I swear to Bob, I'm this far away - from crawling into a tower with a gun and just going out with a freakin' bang! And, trust me, I'd target all those well-fed fuckers who don't deserve to share the fucking air we breathe with Aunt Tudi.

But anyway.... We swung by Dr. Crackyerbones to see if he could work me in. He could. I went back to one of the rooms and he cracked my bones, at which time I asked him if he'd ever seen that stand-up by Eddie Izzard about the chiropractor we saw after his snowboarding accident. He said no so I asked if he'd like to. He said yes. I'll be taking Dress to Kill the next time I go see Dr. Crackyerbones. If he has a DVD player on site, I'll pop that booger in right then and show him the extent of my knowledge about chiropractors before I went to visit him. I think that he will laugh.

So that's done. All that's left is for me to mow the grass for the last time this season! I'll have four, maybe five months of lawn care bliss. At least that's one good thing.

My pal clumsycake is sitting in a room in the ER where my sorry arse left her. She called Aunt Tudi while I was at the chiropractor's asking if I could take her to the ER. I left Dr. Bruce and went to get her and take her up to the ER. I had her up there a little after 11. She thinks her bladder has prolapsed. Once she was checked in and in a room, I went back to Dr. Bruce where he cracked my bones cracked my bones, then went back to the ER, getting back around 1:30. She still hadn't seen a doctor. I had to leave her there at 3 so I could get home and eat a bite, and get ready for work. I would have stayed, but I can't miss any time at the Sally Foster job. It would be a severe detriment to my livelihood if I did so and I just can't do it. It's a damned shame when you have to choose between friends with emergencies and whether or not you keep your house. Thank you very much, Dubya! Thanks for making me feel like a crappy-ass who deserts her friends at hospitals!