Interrupted

My Life Thus Far
2008-11-04 06:17:03 (UTC)

Productivity Is It's Own Reward

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One of the few rewards of being an adult is being in total
control of your life. That has nothing to do with today,
but I just felt the need to write that. After spending a
childhood in what felt like utter servitude to my parents,
it feels great to be in control of my own destiny :)

Today I accomplished everything I set out to and then
some. Productivity is it's own reward. I got the Impala's
registration renewed. New tires put on. New windshield
wipers and deicing washer fluid. I also put gas in her (it
felt pretty fabulous putting in a twenty and getting 3/4
of a tank)! The only thing left to do is a tune-up. She
hasn't been having that strange idle issue she had a while
back, but I know something must be wrong. Now that it's
not happening I know I'll look like a car hypochondriac if
I go in and try to describe it. Of course that isn't going
to stop me. I've got my sound effects all ready! Vroom-
vroom!

Tricare (the military's HMO of sorts) pissed me off today!
Last night my mind somehow wandered to the topic of sex
(I'm not having any and that bothers me). Thinking of sex
made me think of Snookums and thinking of Snookums in a
round about way made me think about getting pregnant. My
mind travels in circles. Anyhow. I decided that I need to
take our birth control method into my own hands. It's
obvious that Snookums is not okay with getting a vasectomy
and I can understand that. I don't want to have my tubes
tied. That said, I would be seriously unhappy, on the
verge of a nervous breakdown if I were to get pregnant
again. So, I want to get an IUD. A copper one. It has no
hormones (which my body doesn't tolerate well), nothing to
remember (or forget) to take and since I've had a child
and have no history of Pelvic Inflammatory Disease, I'm a
good candidate for it. I called tricare to make an
appointment for IUD counselling. But, they have nothing
open the rest of this year! By the time I get seen, Jason
won't be here to get me pregnant! So, I asked if I could
get an appointment with my practitioner for a pap smear
and to explore my other options, but she has nothing
available the rest of the year. I asked for ANY
practitioner and nothing is available until mid December!
What kind of health care is this? They wonder why we're
always running to the Emergency room. We can't get seen
unless we schedule or illnesses and injuries three months
out! I don't know what I'm going to do. I guess I'll have
to go to the pharmacy and see what's there. Jason won't
use a condom and I'm insanely fertile. Bad combination.

Monday is Girl Scout night. If I didn't like it already,
now things are getting sad. After dropping Annie off at
her meeting, I ran to the Commissary (ingenious. I'll
always go to the Commissary during Girl Scouts). When I
came out, I had a message from Annie's troop leader. They
were having an impromptu parent's meeting at 6:45pm. It
was 6:30pm at that point, so I headed back for the
meeting. The topic was Dakota. Dakota is a special needs
child in the troop. She's got severe neurological problems
and Cerebral Palsy. She's been having seizures ranging
from minor to major, 24/7 for the past 6 months and she
needs to have surgery or she'll die. The only downside to
the surgery is it's only got about a 5% survival rate. So,
there's a 95% chance she won't make it through. We have to
prepare the girls (all ranging between 7 and 11) for
death. This is way more than when Annie's fish died. I'm
not sure how she'll take it when or if it happens, but she
seems to understand that life isn't permanent. Next week
Annie has her Investiture ceremony,then the following week
will be Dakota's memorial (unfortunately, it's been
planned). I have to get Annie's uniform together. She
needs it for both ceremonies. So sad.

Tomorrow is election day! I never got my mail in ballot,
so I'll be standing in line at the polls. Even though
Washington is a Democratic stronghold and Obama has
already won our electoral votes, I still feel the need to
exercise my rights as an American. I'll waste my day
standing in line to vote. With that being said. I should
go to bed. The polls open at 7am (yeah, we all know I
won't be there at 7am)! Ciao.




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