Monday, January 26, 2009

friendship is fun!

sometimes i feel like i have no friends.

scratch that. i have my best friend but she doesn't live close which makes it hard for us to hang out and spend quality time.

wow.. the depression set in while posting and now all i want to do is go to sleep.


Sunday, January 25, 2009

Death and Damned Good Pizza

Its been a rough past couple of weeks with the bullshit drama that follows my family around like an arrant flock? pack? hive? of flies around a dying animal. I've been fighting the whole of my families ability to tear each other to shreds, begging for an inner peace treaty for years, only to come to the most recent conclusion that it will never happen.

with this conclusion I've realized that I want to only survive for now. Sure prospering would rock my socks and give my soul an orgasm, but its not priority right now.

My sister's grandmother, lovingly known as Abuela, is in the hospital. After the california trip family feud, it all went down as such;

my lil sister flew to california with her new baby and abuela. They arrive in time for abuela to start feeling back pain and strange (well ... stranger than usual) leg and body swelling. Everyone chocks it up to abuela being abuela.. which is usually "Aye mija, mi estomago hurts". Sadly this isn't the case.

Lets take a moment and explain what this woman has survived:
  1. coming to america via last legal refugee barge from cuba in 1969 (approx)
  2. giving life to one asshole of a son, one bipolar borderline schizophrenic daughter, one vain and gay baby son.
  3. lives in same house in California for some odd 40 years.
  4. husband of 25 years older dies at 94, leaving her alone.
  5. survives breast cancer with a double mastectomy (yeah that's both baby)
  6. survives kidney cancer
  7. survives liver failure
  8. survives the loss of usage of her legs
  9. survives a few abusive live in nurses
  10. survives with parkinsons disease
so as you can see.. she's a survivor to say the least the problem is the woman has no need to survive. she's denied dialysis. she's actually denied anything that keeps her alive through any more painful diseases.

well sadly, she is in the hospital now with back spasms, and a single kidney working at a wonderful 30%. damnit.

So I decided to spend the day with my lil sister as she's been sent back to arizona with the decree "if she dies, we'll call ya."

yeah. that's our family!

we spent the day watching comedies.. eating pizza and forgetting the pain that faces us in the near future.

I know you understand that I've gotten no writing done, as I watch this family sit and pray for the life of a woman who wants to die, but whom god refuses to take.

so with this, i'm goin to bed.

sweet dreams...

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

peace... LOL yeah right.

lil sister is off to cali and i haven't heard a word from her. i'm sure she'll call cryin in a few days when she realizes she's in cali alone to take care of her baby as well as her grandmother.

on a totally different note.. last week she took me hiking in the middle of the night. now i'm not a work out kinda girl. i'm barely a nature girl. i like nature... from an admirer's standpoint.

but we took flashlights and water and met her new man of the week on the mountain. he wasn't very talkative to me. this was her way of not bailing on me again as she'd done in the recent past to hang out with him. i accepted it. we took the trail that went UP!! and not around. i almost made it to the top but decided that i didn't want to die so we turned around.

we got back down the mountain without decapitating anyone or being mutilated by mutants ala The Hills Have Eyes (yeah.. thats what it looked like we were hiking through..).

we reached the paved path back to the cars and started jogging and this is where it all went wrong.

i have no idea what the hell happened... but i either tripped, my leg gave out, or i simply fell off the rounded edge of the asphault .. and went down. HARD. i ruined my sexy fat girl knee and it bled like a freakin gaping gunshot wound.

so she took me to her 40 year old personal trainer/roommates house only to find that he had no first aid kit. how the fuck does that happen right?

so we went back to her place and taped me up.

the dry wound hurt almost as much as the freakin fall itself so my boss (the freakin loon that she is...) suggested these Johnson & Johnson Advanced Healing First Aid pads that were self stick ... their purpose was to replace the body's scab and minimize scarring while healing the wound.

well.. it says wear for days on end, wash wound and change pads.

today i went to change the pad. my wound smells like bacon.

i'm not fucking with you.

really. bacon. honey smoked bacon.


so i went ahead and left off with the replacing of the pads and am now extremely worried at the fact that my knee is freakin Pink. PINK!!! from healing without a freakin scab.


i'm off to watch a movie as my sister gave me that netflix account and yesterday.. i returned the blockbuster movies and cancelled the account crazy huh...

may my knee not get gangrene...

Monday, January 19, 2009

here it comes...


its the shit dreams are destroyed with, millions are entertained with and a select few who can't seem to live without.

and then there's me. related to those last select few.. and who just want to escape it for once.

my lil sister and my older sister were supposed to go to california with their grandmother to do the depressingly sad deed of helping her pack up her old house that she can no longer live in alone. :(

according to LIL BIG bailed on her. she freaked out. she then asked me to drive with her and the baby. I agreed barring I can take the time off from work. i put in for it.

Apparently also according to LIL .. BIG invited BIG's crazy dramaball (she's a big fucking ball of drama) friend Krack (her new name) to go with but bailed on her too even though Krack took the day off from her work. So Krack talks to LIL and offers to go with us. i'm like aw crap. because she's just creepy to me. i see right threw the nutball.

you ready for this? because my screenplay for a soap opera... oh wait i mean my life!!! keeps gettin funner.

according to LIL (are you starting to see a pattern?) BIG got hugely jealous and told her "Krack's My Friend!! and if anyone's gonna drive with her it'll be me!!" yeah.. crazy right?

so LIL comes to me... venting her brains out. and i let her because i know she's gotta get it off her chest. i mean this is some really detailed conversations she's tellin me!! and she's crying and so angry at BIG that i tell her "look.. we cant like everything about each other. like I never see BIG or her kids anymore. don't you think i miss them? they never call me back." she talks more and i mention "hey remember this is between you and me. so say nothin to no one, please."

guess what...

the next day.. LIL tells BIG what i said and embellishes that shit hardcore. suddenly i'm talking shit. wait what!?!?

so i get a call... "Hey.. wanna go get some coffee with me?" BIG says... "yeah sure." i know someting's up.. but what i can't be sure.

i sit in her car and she tells me what LIL said. i am shocked and saddened that my trust was betrayed so hardcore by my lil sister. but i tell BIG... "this is what i really said and this was it." and tell her. I explain that is how i feel. that i miss them.. terribly. LIL made her feel so worried that something was wrong between us. that we had an issue. not that i was talkin shit... but that i was angry with her which was completely untrue. so we talked.

the good thing about my relationship with BIG is we are adults and can sit and talk, hash shit out and squash it. which means we deal with our problems the right way.

then we had a talk about LIL and compared bullshit fabrications that she's been telling versus the truth that really went down. it was ugly. BIG never bailed because she never said she'd go. she's got kids and she can't just up and leave like that. it was all a psychotic game to LIL to stretch the lie as far as she can.. compulsively.

then it got worse.

apparently after LIL told BIG about what i said... supposedly... she made a booboo. she forgot to lock her phone.

that phone accidentally called BIG's phone and caught her voicemail. and recorded everything that LIL said.

and sadly... it was some ugly shit. she ripped both BIG and me. she used me as a way to embellish this lie about standing up to BIG for me and saying i said soo much that i never did. it was a mess. and she had no idea the voicemail was recording it all..

its everyone's worst nightmare.. a private angry vindictive conversation.. recorded for all those you talked about to hear. wow.

i think my lil sister needs professional help. because i'm over trying to help her.

I'm soo gonna start a FIGHT LIKE A GIRL CLUB

as of late.. we all act like nothin went wrong. and i've decided i'm not going anywhere near california on a trip with LIL. this is how i have to weather theses shitstorms.

Wednesday, January 7, 2009


mom's been with me this whole week, staying with me, taking care of me, cleaning my house, nagging the hell outta me. its one of those things where i love her to death but i kinda want to duct tape her mouth shut.

we went to marie callenders and she complained about the booth. she complained about the location. she complained.

i'm ready to scream. i'm supposed to move back in with her in order to start over and damnit what am i to do? i mean god.

but i do love her. i've been bitchy and grumpy and sick and in pain.. and she's taken care of me. i know that my feelings of wanting to scream at her is partly my own mind messin with me simply because she's my mom.

i dont know what to do.

i hate my job with a passion. my bosses don't give a shit about me in any way shape or form. and yet the market is so bad that losing my job scares me terribly. i don't know what to do. i'll be leaving to live with mom in less than 5 months. :( time to start pinchin the pennies.

so yeah.. thats really that. i hope you're doin well.

Friday, January 2, 2009

you wouldn't believe it...

So I've been gone a bit and thats because my life's been insane through the holidays.

lets start off with some hilarity... or kinda sad hilarity. THIS GUY'S POF profile makes it seem so nonchalant about cheating...

intmpe: hi
janedoh: hi
intmpe: how are you?
janedoh: i'm okay. how are you
intmpe: im doing good.. although holidays werent long enough
intmpe: did you have a good time?
janedoh: naw. i was in the ER. :( but i'm okay.
intmpe: oh,... what happened?
janedoh: my throat closed at like 4am yesterday. so they took em to the ER found i had an absess and did the whole shebang. i was there all freakin day. :(
intmpe: oh shitt :P so you are still sore?
janedoh: i'm whiped out. i feel like someone tried to strangle me. i mean.. they shoved a huge needle down my throat... so yeah.. sore is a good description.
intmpe: do you have some time off?
janedoh: well i'm supposed to be working here. but my sister called my boss and told her what happend. so i'm done for the weekend. monday i have work.
intmpe: ok.... at least you have some break
janedoh: yeah i'll be okay :)
intmpe: did you have any luck on this website?
janedoh: i have before. but it didn't last.
intmpe: oh ok... i havent met anyone here yet
intmpe: are you looking for something long term?
janedoh: i dont know.
janedoh: i guess in the real thick of it.. who isnt looking for the real thing??love.. everlasting.. but for now.. i'm just trying to connect with people.. see who's not just trying to get laid. ya konw?
intmpe: sure.. how long have you been in phx?
janedoh: 6 years
janedoh: :(
janedoh: lol
janedoh: how about you
janedoh: why don't you have a pic up???
intmpe: i dont get on here much.... am kind of just wanting to chat sometimes
janedoh: ohh.
janedoh: yeah that makes sense if you jsut are on here to chat.
intmpe: im married.. so not really sure what im looking for
janedoh: lol sounds like you're looking for a divorce.
janedoh: i mean if you're on here.. then that means its over.
intmpe: lol... im not sure about that...
janedoh: if you still loved your wife hon.. you wouldn't be lookin for comfort in another woman's arms ya know?
janedoh: the first thing you'll learn about me... is i don't sugarcoat life. i face the reality of it and accept the fantasy that we need.
intmpe: its cool... i dont mind.. but i dont really analyze these things
janedoh: i'm sure you don't. but then.. i mean does your wife cheat too?
janedoh: i'm just sayin...
intmpe: i dont know
janedoh: yeah.
janedoh: lol i'm not gonna slap you for what you're doin but i will say this... face the fact that it needs to end.. either the marraige or cheating. that way you can find a way to be really happy ya know? :)
janedoh: so what did you do for new eyars?
janedoh: years**
*** intmpe's IC window is closed

WTF? lol

so christmas was fun. .. nuff said. i got mario kart (okay so i have been living off of it.)

new years... the day before new years eve i thought my throat felt a lil scratchy. i mentioned it to my sister and my boss. both said "oh that sucks."
new years eve i worked. I'd woken up that morning with my throat swollen badly and in pain. but if i missed work.. no holiday pay. so i went to work. a few coworkers saw my throat and was like "oh my god. thats unexplainable!" my boss said "yeah.. no point in goin to a dr. they can't do anything for ya. just rest tomorrow." which translated to "don't miss work." bitch. as the day progressed... the throat got worse. the pain became severe and and i was just drained and worn out. I told my sister and she was liek "but we really want you at the party!!" so they came and picked me up after work and we went. we had a few drinks, i ate the soft small stuff and it was all good.

It was me, my sister's mom and dad, and my other sister's mother in law. as time passed, we watched the NY ball drop.. which wasn't that exciting, Dick Clark mumble on tv... and finally Shakira shake her ass with Alejandro Sans (oh my god he's hot)in argentina.

then decided... (a lil tipsy) that sister's mom and mom in law needed to see Dane Cook. Ya know.. I'd forgotten how filthy he is. I still cannot believe i sat through Tourgasm with these women. And they practically died laughing!! i was soo embarassed but i guess.. they know more than we do about all that dirty ass shit. HAHAH

so i went home.. passed out..

and woke up early in the morning unable to breathe. :( i sat straight up in bed in a panic and my airway openned up. i was scared outta my mind. i went ahead and called my sister and she was like "oh my god you sound like shit" because i couldn't talk. She left her new baby with her mom and dad and took me to urgent care.

I sat there for over 2 hours for them to give me 2 options.

1. i get a steroid shot, antibiotic shot and be given more antibiotics and go home.

2. they call one of the local ER's and i head there for a catscan to verify if its an absess in my throat or what exactly clogged my airway.

let me ask you this.. why in hell is there an option one in this situation!?!?!

so we went to the ER. i get there.. they take me back and immediately IV me. the girl butchers the shit outta my left hand AND inner elbow area... then another older nurse comes by and boom right into my right forearm with no prob.

so i should admit that she asked to see my absess.. and i opened me mouth. "Can you open a lil wider?"

i do and POP!! i suddenly have to throw up. oh my god. foul. i think i just popped my own absess and i just threw up foulness. OH GROSS (and now i'm sharing it with you. lol)but the nurse thinks its nothing but gatorade. :( bitches be trippin!

so i sit with my IV and thy decide to admit me.

i look like shit. i mean look like shit. i look sallow and half dead with wires and IV's coming out of me left and right. I've got the blood pressure thing hooked up to me squeezing me every freakin 20 minutes to make sure my blood pressure is dropping. apparently its high today. which is weird. and here comes mister adonis... oh my god

he's gotta be 6 feet tall.. ripped.. bulging with muscles giving every damned female patient instant orgasm. and he's walkin toward me. me who sounds like the godfather and looks like a butterball about to die. with his green eyes and ceasar hair cut... oh my god. i just smiled. my sister (who stayed with me most of the time) was like OH MY GOD. both of our eyes looked like they were gonna pop outta their sockets.

he took me down to the catscan room and asked me if he needed to lift me onto the table. i looked at him like he was on crack. he laughed and said "i can ya know.." i blushed like a school girl and mumbled my legs aren't broken. He laughed agian.

let me tell you something. he made me take all my hair pins out but let me keep my nose ring. now my curly hair was flying everywhere and i just looked like an asylum patient. :( that damned cat scan machine is scary.. but thanks to shows like house.. i was prepared for the dye they inject which really did give me a hot flash and make me feel like i was gonna pee my pants! which he warned me and laughed again when my eyes got all huge again. i was taken back to my lil cubby hole of a makeshift room (curtains .. my walls were curtains..) and left there to rot until the dr showed up like 4 hours later. :(

he told me i had an absess... i told him what happened when i threw up and the pop and he was like "thats good! that means you drained most of the infection on your own and thats probably why your blood pressure is dropping and your temps gone down from over 100."

"Dr. what did the cat scan say?" this being one of my sisters asking..

"cat scan? you had a cat scan?"


so after he looked at the scan he said it was down my throat but it looked like i did in fact drain it. but he wanted to go in and still make sure it was all out. so he said.. "okay.. i'm going to numb your throat.. take a needle and poke you three times. each time getting closer to the most swollen part until i hit that part. you're going to feel the prick and the pull but its not going to be very painful. its going to be unpleasent. and if you feel any kind of major pain... stop me."

so he did ... and there was nothin. i was in the clear. doc said i was one of the best patients he's ever had to do that on. i didnt flinch or do anything. i took it. that was good. he then told me i had to have my tonsils removed. he told my sister that it was imperitive that i do so because its just going to keep happening.

after like 9 hours.. they discharged me. my sister took me to get my meds and to feed me burger king.

i came home... and couldn't sleep. the vicodin hadn't kicked in yet. :( i watched "We're Not Married" an old movie about a judge who married people before his license was valid.. which was hilarious and finally.. finally crashed out.

mom's coming up tomorrow.. and i gotta clean my house. so off i go.

i hope you guys had a better new years than i did.