Ok, I called. Gal was real nice. Took a lot of notes and said that I will receive a letter later, but it won’t have specifics on what happened to her because that’s private. Whatever. I asked if I could pass a message on to her, and she said…….. I don’t see why not. I”ll put it in the notes and they’ll read it to her (her bosses). I told her to pass along that I take an unusual amount of anti-depressants because my son is terminal and it’s hard to get out of bed sometimes. She didn’t say a word at first. Then she quietly said – I’m so sorry. Then I told her that perhaps the DOCTOR should try to at least pretend to be a DOCTOR and find out some history before popping off at the mouth. Then she said – I’m looking over your pills right now. There’s nothing on here that one would take for leisure, so I don’t understand the direction she took. I said – I know. It’s like she thought I was there for drugs or something. Which I was – antibiotics.

Anyway , I also told her to refund my money and that if I happen to have a raging infection or some horrid disease, that they would hear from my attorney. Like I have one. Oh shit I would get one. I’m still so fucking pissed off right now. So pissed I cry about it. Cause that’s what I do. I cry.

Spent too much at the store so now I can’t really do much for MD”s birthday. Dammit. Unless I sell the car , and then all is good. It’s a bitch when the grocery store wrecks your budget. I won’t apologize though. Food is important. And if I spent $360, then by Gawd, we needed it. Right? It’s not like I bought snacks. I only bought — cheezits, yogurt, and crackers. For snacks, that is. And that was all for Ian. I don’t buy cookies and shit. MB3 will eat them all.Today. Like he ate all my smarties. I was rationing them till Monday, and he ate every damn one of them. Pig.

MB1 stopped by. He looks good. Getting ready to move into another place with only one roommate this time. He has 3 right now. Other people tell MD that MB1 is doing real well at work. I’m proud of him. Maybe college isn’t his bag. It’s not for everyone. Yeah, it makes like easier, but if you can’t get your head into it, it ain’t going to work. Like I can’t. I’m sitting here doing nothing when I could take my 29 and my big ass poor family and go for free. But I don’t. Cause I don’t know what the fuck to do. Still want to be a nurse. Really bad. I tried forcing myself to watch MS’ blood bag the other day when she was given the transfusion, and I was ok until I noticed how thick it was – and my brain said chewy. That was all it took. I got dizzy and clammy and had to sit down. I know I can do it though. BUT – can a bipolar be a nurse? Not a stupid question. Seriously.

House of night had a book come out that I need to read. Sookie stackhouse will be here on May 7th I think. Whooooohoooo x2.

Alrighty. I think this post is long enough to satisfy my brain which has been saying all day – post bitch post.

So there, I posted.

Enjoy your weekend.