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My Life Thus Far
2008-01-27 06:25:16 (UTC)

What The Hell?

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I didn't write last night, not because anything was wrong,
but because I didn't feel like it. Thursday night I had
the hardest time getting to sleep, because my hips were
hurting. Laying on my side is agony, when one or both hips
is throbbing. I pretty much just gave up and came back out
to watch tv. I fell asleep on the couch, woke up 5am when
Snookums was getting ready for work, in even more pain
than I was in when I'd gone to bed. Snookie put me in bed
and I slept a couple hours, but it wasn't very good sleep.
I ended up calling in sick, because my sciatic nerve was
making my right leg numb, my hips were still hurting and I
was just plain not doing so hot. It was a good decision,
because I know I would have been in agony by the end of my
shift anyway.

I'm feeling better today. I got a really good night's
sleep last night (Snookie plied me with Tylenol PM), my
symphysis is my biggest complaint. It's very tender to
certain movements and such, but that's to be expected.
This will all be over in 4 months. Give or take. 4 months!
That seems like forever! It's not going to get any easier,
either. This is supposed to be the good months of my
pregnancy. The 2nd trimester is supposed to be the
easiest. Yet, here I am suffering. What the hell?

Navy Federal finally gave us our money back. Only, our
balance is higher than I'd expected it to be, which makes
me nervous, so I'll just watch it over the next few days.
The hard part is, you don't know what's going on until it
posts, which can take days. All you can do is look at your
available balance and wonder what the hell is going on.

I did go to the Commissary to get some food. Kiki has been
asking me for crackers for 3 days now and I didn't even
have the money to buy my baby some crackers. You have no
idea how that feels. Especially when I look back at my
life this time last year. If I were to go to January
(what's today's date?) this time last year, you'd find me
whining and crying because I didn't like the $300 purse my
husband bought me, yet I bought the matching $200 wallet
just the same. Now, I can't afford crackers. It's enough
to make me want to cry. To give up. I don't know. I can't
even explain what happened. When we moved into housing, we
lost $400 a month. Now 5 months later, we're feeling the
loss of that $2,000. I don't think we'll ever be the same
again. The Allen family is suffering a recession all our
own. All over $400.

I have a meeting tomorrow evening, but it might snow
tonight. If it does, I'm not going. I'm just looking for
an excuse to not go. I hate the team building exercises
we're forced to do, so if I can have a good reason to get
out of it, I will. Ciao.




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