This week was a bit of a stinker, but I’ll save most of my complaints for later. I broke out my mega-giant pill planner (each section can hold 12 prenatal vitamins, x4 compartments for each day) with the hope that I’d start taking my supplements again, yet when I look at the quantity of what I’d be taking each day if I were to include all of the supplements I took before my stomach went rogue, I don’t know that there’s actually enough room in my stomach! I also know for a fact that they exacerbate the nausea, so even though the planner is filled and ready to go, and has been for three days, I haven’t touched it. I eat my gummy vitamins every morning and that’s it. I don’t absorb most of what goes into my mouth, thus making it seem futile to even try, but if it helps a little bit, it’s worth it. Nothing beats MVI’s, which I’ll be doing again very soon.
My husband decided to birthday me after work, and I was right. He got me boots!
Plus another polka-dot dress. I’ve got one in burgundy with black dots, and now this. Both will look great with my new shit-kickers! I’m not a fan of wearing dresses, but there’s a time and place for them and it’s nice to have options. I had a hell of a time getting the boots on because my toes kept folding downward and I nearly broke them off trying to get my feet in, but after much jamming and a tiny bit of patience, I got ’em in. Taking them off is much easier. They seem to be comfortable enough, though it’s difficult to tell one way or another when you can’t feel your feet. 😉
My Mom sent me an SOS text a bit ago…
It’s tragically funny. She has been putting up with him for 36 years. At least I got to escape when I was 17. She may end up spending her birthday with me for a second year in a row. As you may know, she had a brain aneurysm in 2000 and has residual neurological problems like severe anxiety, raging RLS, nerve damage to her right eye, balance issues (like mother, like daughter), and piss poor short term memory. She remembers the strangest stuff and has a tendency to forget the things that are important. All the while, she has lived with a man who constantly tells her she’s stupid and/or faking it. “She could remember stuff if she really wanted to.” Her stress level is obscenely high because she has to live with that asshole. She stayed with me quite a bit last summer to help me get to appointments while my ankle was healing. Guess what? She did so much better when she got out of that toxic environment. She lost weight because she wasn’t stress eating, and she even remembered things I didn’t! I mean, it was still obvious that her brain isn’t quite right, but I think when she isn’t around a person who constantly second guesses her, everything operates just a little bit smoother and she’s a whole lot happier.
Her predicament is that Dad will want to come with her, because he’s like a wart that can’t be removed. If he can’t behave himself and play nice, he isn’t invited. I told her to tell him his birthday gift to her this year will be his absence. He mopes because no one likes him, and no one likes him because he’s a dick. If he hates being hated, perhaps he should work on his people skills, but it’s much easier to be the victim.