Why My Life Sucks

Late Sunday afternoon I stumbled over a 3 gallon dog watering bowl, doing something to the 2nd toe. It smarted a bit, but didn’t seem that bad. Around lunch time today I took off my boots, because it was hurting like hell. Nice purple ring with radial “spikes” come off it, going about half way up my foot. The office manager saw it and told me to go to a doctor. Not wanting to deal with the disaster that is $WeSellUsedMacs eb*y store, I trundled off to the walk-in clinic by my mother house.

One hour and half wait later, I get let into the room. The nurse that took my vitals took one look at my foot and said “I’ll order Xrays now”. I got zapped and the doctor more or less leads me from the xray room to the exam room. Yep, it’s broke, in three pieces. Taped it to the 3rd toe, gave me some tape to redo it and sent me off to get

1. Drugs, m’kay

and

2. “A post op shoe”.

Because there was a longer than normal wait before some one looked at me, he made the xrays no cost and discounted the visit. Still, $80 there and $32 at the drug store for the drugs and shoe.

Bleh.

My doctor changed my meds, again. While he said it would take 3-4 weeks to fully kick in, I don’t feel so lethargic after only a few days.
Current med load:
Morning Paxil, Adderall and Voltaren
Bed time, Zyprexa and Voltaren

The Darling Wife has decided that I need to move out of the house so she and I can get our respective shit in order, so here I am, a 49 year old man living with his mother. Brandy and Keeni moved with me. I’ve got some of my stuff out of the house and I’m working on getting the rest.

Among other things, it seems my drugs aren’t working as well as I thought they were. The Darling Wife, and to a lesser amount, every one else that deals with me day to day just stopped telling me I was being angry and yelling.

So, I’m off Geodon and on to 10mg Zyprexa in the morning. Zyprexa is the stuff caused my latest weight gain, however I’m not sure if it’s going to work on the anger/rage issues. I suspect I’ve got some talk therapy in my future. I see my doctor next Wed. I sure hope I can get this fix sooner, rather than later, because I can’t live like this for very long.

This is going to sound odd, but I just found out, via her blog, that the Redheaded Girl is in fact mad at me. This, believe it or not is good. I still feel horrible about what happened, but at least her baby is OK. It’s still not good, but it’s not as bad as it could have been.

Gas and water are off, and will be until Friday, when I get paid. We have drinking water and can use the hot tub for toilet flush water. Speaking of which, both toilets are broken. (both need new flapper valve and chain combos.)

On the more or less good news front, the Redheaded Girl went to see the doctor today, and she didn’t miscarry due to my accident. Lost her mucus plug, which is bad, but she still has a fetal heartbeat, which if very good news. She wasn’t going to go to the doctor, but changed her mind today, but wouldn’t let either me or The Darling Wife go with her, just in case. When she came by the office to drop off my lunch, I more or less lost it. The fact that I hadn’t taken my meds this morning didn’t help, I’m sure. I walked home, so I was here when she got back with the news. It’s still touch and go, but as of right now, looks like I’m not a baby killer, which is doing my mental state a world of good.

She has to be serious about bed rest now, and TDW and I are going to do as much as possible to help with that.

Not a major thing, but this morning, after telling every one at work I was going to be be in early to do some server maintenance work, I over slept, plus arrived at the office with my shirt on inside out.

UPDATE: My ride was 15 minutes, more or less, late in picking me up. This lead to more drama than it should. I know they aren’t doing it to make me feel small and worthless, and that they don’t think that window shopping in a bead store is more important than me, but that is how I feel, even with my meds. Fragile ego, I has it.

Update 2: Lost a kitten. Not as in killed, as in couldn’t find it. Found it, in the mouth of Brandy, the non-hyper MinPen. We are charitably assuming she was trying to carry it some where. Kittens and Mommy Daz cat moved to lockable cat carrier for the night.

1. Found the car, however need to get the tags updated before they will give it to us. Storey wrecker service didn’t have it, because it was called in by the Oklahoma Highway Patrol, not the Tulsa Police Department.
2. The toilet broke. Need a new flapper valve and chain combo.
3. The ice maker in the freezer went “bang” and flooded the kitchen.

And it’s only Monday.

The car was towed off the side of the road, no surprise there, but Storey Wrecker, who does that stuff for the city, can’t find it.

We got court papers served. Just another step in losing the house, but it starting to add up.

On the plus side, I can tell my meds are working, because I’m not a freaking mental wreck right now.

Haven’t done one in a while, so here is the tabby hanging out on The Darling Wife.

UPDATE: Both kittens, hanging out, being cool, doing that kitten thing.