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My Life Thus Far
2007-09-20 05:32:17 (UTC)

This Might Just Be The Longest Entry Yet!

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One needs something to believe in, something for which one
can have whole-hearted enthusiasm. One needs to feel that
one's life has meaning, that one is needed in this world.

- Hannah Senesh

I know it's been forever and a day since I wrote last. No,
I haven't gone anywhere. No, I haven't been murdered by my
scorned husband and thrown in Puget Sound. Nothing
scandalous like that. Just a case of many late nights, one
night of drunken stupor and the stomach flu. Every evening
when I'd be ready to write, something would come up and
I'd say "I'll catch up tomorrow". One day would lead to
another, which would lead to another, until here I sit, 5
days behind, with so much to tell! You know what that
means...A long ASS entry! Go to the bathroom, get a drink,
feed your children. Whatever. Just be prepared to sit for
awhile. This might get long...

FRIDAY:

I'm sure if I was writing about Friday ON Friday, I might
have more to say, but since it was damn near a week ago,
I'm only left with the interesting tid-bits. Since it
wasn't all that interesting a day, there aren't too many
of those either. All I can remember is reading a bulletin
at work about how the company is going to try to become
more "green". Green is the latest it word when it comes to
environmentalism. Instead of laying our pretty pink gift
bags with miles of tissues, we're going to make an effort
to only use 2 little pink tissues with each transaction.
Something I've already been doing because I feel that more
than that is a waste. What happens to all that tissue? It
gets tossed with the tags and packaging when you get home.
So, in an effort to save somewhere around 4,000 trees per
year, Victoria's Secret is going green!

Friday is also club night. As you all well know. Nothing
too interesting went down Friday night at Mako's. I had a
good time, as usual. There were a couple fights, but
nothing too major. Between Misty and I we managed to get
one guy kicked out. He was being disrespectful to me
during the fight. The bouncers were trying to get the two
guys who were fighting out of the club and this guy was
just running off at the mouth about how he could take them
both and they'd be down on the ground or something. I (and
my liquid courage) told him he needed to shut up because
he'd only make things worse. He didn't like that so he
tried to get froggy with me. Misty didn't like that he was
getting attitude with me, so she slapped him and my friend
Juan (one of the bouncers) told him he had to go. It pays
to be a regular. They take your side during situations,
but only if you're loyal regulars and don't cause trouble.
We don't, so we got him bounced on out of there! I'm
definitely reliving the portion of my youth I missed out
on. At least I'm not too old to be doing so.

SATURDAY:

This was a much more interesting day. Most of it, Snookums
and I spent lounging around the house. We didn't come out
of the bedroom until some time after noon. I decided to
check my myspace and e-mail while Snookums was in the
bathroom. I had a message from Ron in my myspace and as I
was reading it, Snookums came out of the bathroom. I tried
to minimize the browser, but it froze. I think karma
wanted Jason to see it, which he did. Ron isn't allowed to
contact me anymore (as you all well know), so Snookums was
not happy. He decided that the only thing left for me to
do was confront Ron in person and tell him that it was
really over (like Ron had originally wanted in the first
place). So, I called him and left him a message. A couple
hours later, he called me back and we set up a time to
meet at Starbucks. I think he knew what was coming
especially since Jason was privy to the meeting and was
going to be there (as protection, I guess. Like I really
needed it). Ron and I talked for about an hour. It went so
much better than I'd anticipated it would. Mainly because
Ron was expecting it. That didn't take all the pain away
from me, though. It was still hard to accept that the
fairytale Ron and I had for so many months was really
coming to an end. We parted ways amicable and I wondered
when I'd see him again. And how would that go? Would it be
in a crowd, amongst mutual friends? Or maybe one on one? I
didn't think it would happen so soon.

As a way of releasing some of the sadness "breaking up"
with Ron caused, Snookums agreed to let me go out with
Misty, who though having a few drinks and dancing it up
half the night would cheer me up. So, back to Mako's I
went! I don't know what happened. I was doing fine.
Nursing my Malibu and diet, when guess who bounded into
the club, half drunk and hiding his emotions very well?
Ron. From that point on, it was a down hill spiral. I
drank and drank and drank some more. My final tally was 4
shots of Tequila, 1 Malibu and diet, 1 1/2 beers, and a
sour apple martini. What made matters worse, was that I
hadn't eaten dinner before I went, so it was all on an
empty stomach. I know Misty and Ron somehow managed to get
me off the ground in the smoking area and home. I threw up
all over Ron's shoes, down the running board on the
passenger side of my car. It wasn't pretty. I so paid for
it Sunday morning.

SUNDAY:

Recovery. That's what I did on Sunday. I woke up with the
most monstrous hangover I've ever had. Snookums had duty,
so I was alone with the girls and had to suffer my way
through most of the day. Doing the "mom" thing while
listening to the blood flow in and out of my brain. Not
fun. Let me tell you. I don't think I'll EVER get drunk
like that again. I think everyone has to have that one
really drunk moment of clarity. The one where they're
hugging a garbage can or toilet seat, where they say to
themselves "I'm never getting this drunk again" before
they can fully understand what I'm talking about. Sunday
was not a fun day. To make matters worse, I had to go to a
store meeting Sunday night. Feeling like hell warmed over,
I had to play role playing games with my co-workers. What
better way to end a weekend of drinking!

Misty watched the girls for me so I could go to my
meeting. When I stopped by her house to pick them up
everything seemed fine. Until Annie threw up all over her
bathroom. I thought it might have been something she ate,
since she'd eaten pork chop for dinner. Something we don't
generally eat at home. But, she still wasn't feeling
better the next day. Kiki threw up, I mean, power vomited
all over the dining room as soon as we got into the house,
so I knew it was something other than the food. Kiki
hadn't eaten anything at Misty's. Can't blame the pork
chop for her. It all made sense when Snookums came home.

MONDAY:

Snookums came home from duty sick. Pasty pale, weak and
piqued. He wasn't due home until that afternoon, but he
came home before I was even out of bed. I woke up feeling
okay, a little nauseated, but that's a state I've been in
for the past week, so it didn't seem major. I took care of
him and the girls most of the day. I kept Annie home from
school and Kiki home from daycare just in case, even
though they seemed to be over it after just one spell of
vomiting. I didn't have to be to work until 1:30pm, so I
went to the store and bought Snookums soup, crackers,
plain popcorn and bananas. He was resting peacefully when
I left for work.

I made a quick pit stop to Starbucks to have coffee with
Gen. I wasn't really feeling well, but I put it behind me.
At work, the feeling was becoming very persistent. Enough
to send me running off to the bathroom twice in one hour.
Jenny, feeling my pain, allowed me to leave early. I got
home, crawled in bed with Snookums (who was starting to
feel better) and just relaxed. Trying to keep my mind off
the overwhelming urge to hurl. I thought I was going to be
okay.

TUESDAY:

I woke up in the middle of the night. Out of a deep sleep
and leaned over the bed and stuck my head in the garbage
can I'd put there just for the occasion. Never have I
thrown up so violently or so much in my life. I've been
sick many a time. I've been pregnant many a time, but
never have I had to throw up like that before. Wow. I'm
still in shock. Being the mom that I am, I get no sick
days, so I had to drag my sick self out of bed to take
Annie to school. This was also Kiki's first day back at
preschool after the summer vacation, but I called in for
her. I didn't think they wanted someone with the stomach
flu in the same room with 20 or so 2 and 3 year olds. They
seemed very grateful for that decision. I ended up keeping
Kiki home with me again, because I didn't want to go into
the daycare either. That would be just as bad. On the way
home from dropping Annie off, I had to pull over to dry
heave out the car door. I can now say I've thrown up out
of both sides of my car! All that's left is the back
seats!

Snookums came home from work that afternoon and returned
the favor. Now he took care of me. Eventually I was able
to keep down some fruit and a plain biscuit. I was
starving half to death by bedtime, because I was starting
to feel better, but I didn't chance it. No sense in giving
my stomach ammunition! I drank water to make up for the
fluid lost and prayed that whatever it was the descended
upon my household, wouldn't come back anytime soon. I've
thrown up more in the past 3 days than I have in the past
3 years. I'm all puked out!

TODAY!!!

I had a good day today. I'm still feeling an underlying
sense of nausea, but nothing near what I felt yesterday.
Whatever it was has run it's course.

Gen woke me up around 7am. Which was a good thing, because
I might have slept in way late and woke up rushed if she
hadn't. I lounged in bed about 30 minutes more, then got
up and started my day. I got Annie to school on time, Kiki
to day care and myself to Starbucks with no incident. Gen
and I also had lunch at the Honeybaked Ham Cafe. Which I
think is fast becoming our little secret spot. They have
the best soup and sandwiches and not too many people know
it's there, although they are beginning to gain
popularity. It's also conveniently located a few
storefronts down from Starbucks. Anyhow, I digress. I had
a wonderful little bowl of ham and bean soup, which
quelled my hunger and eased my nausea a bit. That put me
in a good mood for work.

The store was slow when I got there. We'd made the first
segment and made the second while I was there, but only
for a few big sales. There wasn't a lot of traffic to
speak of. We had quite a few girls there, so my already
short shift got cut even shorter, down to 3 hours. I was
happy about that, because I felt good and the extra hour
allowed me to run a few errands.

I stopped by the Commissary to pick up a few things for
dinner. Last night I wanted mashed potatoes, gravy and
roasted turkey breast, but Snookums said no (rightfully
so, I only would have thrown it up), but I was bound and
determined to have it today! So, I picked up some dinner
rolls and some fresh broccoli and cauliflower to pair with
it. I also stopped by the car wash and go rid of all the
signs of sickness off my car. Yeah, the running boards
weren't doing so well. Now it's clean and smells like
balsam and cedar. The inside didn't have anything in it,
but I could have swore I smelt some yucky in there
somewhere. Maybe it was my imagination.

I made my turkey dinner and enjoyed it with much pleasure.
Then I sat down to write this autobiography that is the
journal entry I've been putting off. THE END.

Okay, you know that isn't how I end things! But, I am
finally done. Snookums just got back from picking up an
apple pie from Shari's and I think he's going to eat my
arm off if I don't hurry up and come to bed (because
there's nothing better than consuming large amounts of
calories in bed)! I must go now. The pie awaits. Ciao!





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