Happy Holiday Season...FROM JAIL!

Christ.

It took longer to get him out cos the fucking jail had to go on lock-down (I'm going to 'splain more later), so I spent the WHOLE FUCKING NIGHT hanging out in jail.  Me.  ME.  

On the good side, ShaQuaNeeda The Guard in Central Booking and I are now pals.  

Kill me now.  

What was Harry arrested for?  You won't believe it.  It was a Contempt of Court charge for back-owed child support.  Yeah, for his 22 year old daughter.  Oh, wait -- it gets better:  Want to know how much?  $129.00.  Seriously.  One hundred and twenty-nine dollars.  I do not understand how that turns into a thousand, but...whatever.  And don't tell me 'no', because I *saw* the paperwork when I had to go pick up his girlfriend to get him out.  $129.00 = $1,000.00.  I gave him the receipt and I guess in theory if the order gets vacated, I get my money back (?).  I really have no clue.  I try to not hang out in JAIL.  

Jesus.

I have to teach all day today, and I am exhausted, so of course, I'm giving a test.

Oh, shut up; it'll be a nice one.

BWAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!

hello dad, i'm in jail!

you know the old was not was song?

i like it here...it's nice!

christ.

i just paid 1k to spring harry's retarded ass. seriously. out of JAIL.
now i have to wait four to six hours for him to be processed and get
to leave.

now on to the 'and hilarity ensues' part.

--UPDATE--

Oh, you've heard it:

Welcome to my breakdown; I hope I didn't scare you...

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Ok...I have to make this quick, 'cos I simply must get some sleep; I am exhausted and in pain.

When I started bleeding, I tried to phone my marvellous gyn, and found out that he was closed. As in for months. My GP told me that he has cancer of the bile duct(s).

Ok, so I broke down over that one. I love my gyn.

Butsoanyway.

So I had to go hunting for a new gyn, and took many recommendations. Of those, I picked the one who would see me the soonest.

Ok, so here's the skinny:

My pain is partly due to cervical cysts/abscess things. That is ok. Since I have never had them before (as far as we know), this is probably easily fixable.

The other part of my pain and the whole of my bleeding however, Dr Gyn thinks may have another cause. I am having an ultrasound over the weekend, and a biopsy this coming Thursday. I really dread being overly-dramatic, and this is NOT a diagnosis, but Dr Gyn is looking at the possibility of endometrial cancer.

Oh, yay.


I did freak, I am nervous (I would be lying if I said that I was not), but I am not going to allow myself a full-blown freak-out until I get biopsy results. So don't panic.

DON'T PANIC: That is like, the best advice in the world. Ever. Bar none.

In Other News, Romeo is doing well and was upped to 150-whatevers of fluids 2x/wk from the 100 he was getting 'cos he is constipated. And I had to buy DSS for him...which turns out to be just plain ol' Colace. Well, the girl at the pharmacy did not know that, and Dr Vet was closed, so I had to phone my GP to ask him if he knew what DSS for constipation was. Thank god my GP keeps freaky hours and loves me...and animals. :-) So Rome is on Colace. 100mg per day, in case you ever need to get your cat of approximately ten lbs to poop and cannot get to the vet right away. It takes about 12 hours to work, and it helps if one wets the pill first to make it slimy.

And Meg is off to some tournament in New Orleans. Mom left for the weekend as well, so I am all alone. And lonely. Sigh. And drowning in work.

More later when I am not so tired and in so much pain. Promise. I have taken one Cataflam *and* 800mg of Ibuprofen, and I am still hurting. Time for Tramadol. Sigh.

P.S.: Yes, I gave Harry the money to get his god damned car back. Call me stupid.

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The Bluebird of Grumpiness

Okay, so the presentation-thing went well. Yay. I am still sick as hell, my throat hurts, and I have a headache. Yay. We had a pack of Europeans at this presentation, so what did they want for lunch? Barbecue. And beer. Yay. I am belching barbecue still, probably because the antibiotics I am on has torn my stomach to shreds, and I didn't have time to eat any breakfast today. Yay. Thank god I had no beer with my lunch, or I'd be PUKING right now. Yay. Meg and I no longer have matching sister cars, 'cos Meg totalled hers today. Boo. She isn't hurt, but this really sucks. I am stressed. I am tired. I have to get up at 5:00 tomorrow morning. I have to pick Meg up tonight (of course she is teaching a night class on Monday. Of course.). Boo.

It's time for a little Bluebird, say?

This is the Bluebird of Grumpiness. Say 'hello' to my leetle friend:




As much as The Bluebird of Grumpiness has meant to me through the years, I realised as I was driving home from picking Meg up at the site of her car carnage and dropping her off at work that I haven't blogged about The Bluebird of Grumpiness yet.

And don't go telling me how the real name is The Mad Bluebird. I *know* the name is The Mad Bluebird, but if Michael Smith had asked me, I would have told him to name it The Bluebird of Grumpiness.

My, what an angry little birdy.

I love him.

I currently have a Bluebird of Grumpiness on my shoulder. He is a cute little cartoon birdy, and he looks pissed off, much like this photo of The Bluebird of Grumpiness. One cannot always *see* The Bluebird of Grumpiness, but one always knows when he's around.

My Bluebird of Grumpiness just told everyone to shut up and fuck off, by the way.

Sigh.

I am going to take a nap now.

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