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My Life Thus Far
What Doesn't Kill You Makes You Stronger, Right?
I'm so mad at Jason right now, I can't even begin to
understand the entire scope of my anger. I just know I'm
really pissed off at him and I hope he comes home late, so
I have plenty of time to recover from my current state. Or
I might do bad things to him, and not in the way he likes.
Last night Zoe was supposed to take her tape worm
medication. I asked him to give it to her and he
said "Yeah, right". In the tone that could mean one of two
things 1) No shit I need to give her the medicine or 2)
Whatever, I'm not doing a damn thing you ask, because I
don't feel good and I'm a pussy little baby when I'm sick.
I think it was #2 because he's coming down with a cold and
being a little bitch about it. I'm in pain every single
moment of every single day and the only "person" I tell on
a regular basis is my diary. Which, I don't think is
actually a person, but you know what I mean. Life goes on
and no one cares if I don't feel good. It isn't any
different for him. Why does he think I'm going to fall all
over myself to baby him, when all he's got is a stinking
cold?
Zoe was supposed to get her pain medicine this morning,
but he didn't give that to her either. Jason and his hair
brained mother have raised all manner of wildlife.
Bobcats, cougars, wolves, the list goes on. I've never had
a sick (or recovering) pet before. I don't know how to
give pills or trans-lingual pain medication. Why would he
leave that to me? Because he's sick and doesn't give a
shit! That's why. So, I had to wrestle the huge pill down
the little cat's throat while she dug her claws into my
stomach (which is now covered in bloody scratches). She
kept spitting it out and biting my finger. I even tried
peanut butter, but the pill broke into little pieces. I
don't know if she got enough of it to make a difference. I
couldn't tell she had tape worms in the first place, how
am I supposed to know if they are gone? The pain
medication was slightly easier, because it came in a
syringe, but getting it on the gingiva was easier said
than done, because she spit that out, too. He was supposed
to clean her box morning and night, too. I'm sure he
didn't do that this morning, but he sure as hell is doing
it tonight. I hate him right now. Stupid bastard.
On another note, I think I pissed off the parents of the
other girl in Kiki's therapy session. This morning, we
arrived at the same time to drop them off. Marie (the
speech therapist) came to the waiting room to get us. I
handed Kiki over to her without much ado. The other
mother, said "I think Brittany did better when we were in
there with her". (there's a one-way window in the
classroom for parents to look through). I just looked at
her, probably with my bitch face on. Marie said "Well,
it's a work in progress. It takes time" and took
Brittany's hand, walked into the classroom and shut the
door. I smiled at them, then turned around and walked
away. If they don't want her away from them, then take her
out of therapy. The whole point is to prepare her for
life. To catch her up to the developmental level she
should be at. Not to keep her attached to your hip. Kiki
is with me all the time. There has to be some time apart
so she can interact with others. Kiki doesn't do well with
them there. They were told that. I care about Kiki just as
much as they care about their child, but I wouldn't
blatantly do something that would hurt their child, just
so I could have things my way. If they don't like the
arrangement, take her out of the class. Today the dad came
smelling like weed. Which is a very distinctive odor. I
sure as hell wouldn't have put up with him being in there.
I'm tired of dealing with this.
Physically, I'm feeling better than I did yesterday, but
I'm still really tired. While Kiki was in therapy, I went
to Target to get some Icy Hot heat patches, but when I got
up to the register, I couldn't get them because they'd
been recalled. Isn't that just my luck? Why were they on
the shelf still if they'd been recalled? I think I'm just
destined to be in pain. What doesn't kill you makes you
stronger, right? I hope so. Ciao.
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