Since last week's episode.....

I know, I know.  A whole week since I blogged last.  The birth control I started myself on has been doing wonders for my PCOS, I've only slightly hurt in my ovaries since I started it about 2 weeks ago.  The only bad thing that I can honestly complain about is the unbearable nausea.  That's the only major side effect that I can complain about.  The hubster mentioned that I may be pregnant, but I reminded him that nausea is one of the biggie side effects of the particular birthcontrol that I am on.  So, hopefully I'm not pregnant. 

Today's weather has been remarkably warm.  It was in the 70's today!  I was in the bedroom watching television today since I wasn't feeling all that great, and I was literally sweating.  Ugh.  So much so that I had to go and take myself a shower.  Which I had to dig around for one of my old ratty shirts....speaking of which, laundry day is tomorow.  It's sad to say, but I dread it.  We don't have a washer/dryer hookup (or even a washer/dryer in our shoebox apartment for that matter) so I have to go to my mother's house to do the laundry.  Which is great, I get to go there and do laundry for free and visit with my mother while I'm doing that-but the only downside is that it makes me a nervous wreck to do it.  Seriously.  I love my mother with all my heart and soul, but man-it seems like she always has something to say about our financial situation.  Yes, we are having it rough right now, but daggone.  It's not all the time, and she don't come right out and say it, but she has a backhanded way of saying it.  "It's something you can't afford to go to the laundromat to do your laundry."  "That shirt has a hole in it!  You should go get a new one.  Oops, I forgot, you don't have the money to do that.".  It's horrible.  It seems like if we were sitting here millionaires, she'd always be nice.  It's like she's two faced or something-mean while we're poor as church mice, but if we was rich, she'd be our best friends.  It's not so much she's mean to me-she just makes it clear that she doesn't like my husband.  I don't know why.  My husband has done absolutely nothing to her, and has always been so darn respectful to her.  Even when my husband was working, she had bad stuff to say about him.  She won't say it directly to him, she'd say it to me and get me all upset and crying-then have the guts to say "don't tell your husband".  Wtf?  Don't tell him?  I'll be darned if I don't.  She hasn't even met my precious mother in law yet.  She always puts her down as well.  And she's never met the woman!  My mother in law treats me better than my own mother does, and that's sad.  My dad, on the other hand, absolutely loves and respects my husband-and never brings up our financial situation.  I dunno.  I know the Bible says to honor your mom and dad, and I do.  It just aggravates me how much my mom just talks about my husband when she doesn't even know him the way that I do-and she doesn't even know him. 

on birth control, nausea, PCOS and school

Wow...it's been quite a couple of days.  I'd been having quite a bit of trouble with my PCOS flaring up, but my ever-loving husband pointed out that I ought to try the birthcontrol that I had stashed in the closet since May of 2009, and I took his word for it.  Within 30 minutes of me taking the first pill, the pain went away immediately.  Which surprised me, to say the least.  Since the 10th of this month, I've not had one ovarian pain.  Except for the lower back pain (which is cured with tylenol and ibuprofin, and tylenol pm as needed) and the moodiness along with the extreme nausea (which I think is caused by the hormones that my body isn't used to), I've been doing fantastic. 

On the ever-popular social networking site that I belong to, I'm getting tired of the drama.  I've been thinking about deleting my own personal site on the site that remains FACEless (ahem)...but it's sad, really, because I don't want to give up the progress I've made with one of the better known games on there.  I've put a lot of time into that game and the site itself, and a lot of personal family and friends are on there that I don't have regular contact with otherwise.  Not enough people read this blog, which is ok I guess for a starter, but still.... I dunno. 

Whaddya ya'll think?

What the....

I'm getting really frickin' tired of all these people who think that just because they're living better than me they can talk down their noses at me and my husband-just because we don't have half as much money as we do.  So what?  We don't have a 3 figure salary.  So what?  What's it to you?  Have I bothered you by being poor?  Have I bothered you because we can't afford that nice big plasma screen television that you bought with the extra money you had just 'laying around' while sometimes we don't know where our next meal is coming from, or what we're gonna do from one day to the next?  I'm terribly sorry that my husband and I cannot afford the ugly $500 pair of shoes that you bought to wear to the fancy shmancy gala that you were at for half an hour, wearing a suit and dress and jewelry that cost more money than we make in a year.  I'm sorry that we cannot afford to buy the all natural organic food that you nonchalantly throw in your buggy without a second thought to how much it is and what you'll have to give up to buy that 100% all natural, organic piece of garbage that I can grow in my backyard for FREE.  I'm not doing you any harm  by being in poverty.  I'm not harming you, so leave me and my husband alone.  You say you donate to charities to help the poor people.  Don't you know that in the Bible, the woman who gave the least got the biggest reward?  You're nothing but a bigot, get your head out of your butt and get over yourself.  Quickly.  Nobody cares about you and your snobby way, your 500 dollar jeans, your 300 dollar shoes and your 60 dollar haircut.  Not even me.

End of Story.

Interesting thoughts and ideas

Have you ever thought what it'd be like if your life suddenly changed?  For example, say you're poor.  What would you feel like waking up a millionaire the next morning?  Or-what if you were filthy stinkin' rich, and you woke up poor as a church mouse?  Would your friends change, or would you just be in awe of what you have gotten into, either way?  I've been thinking about that-I wish one morning, my husband and I would be able to wake up filthy stinking rich.  He and I both don't want to be rich to show it off to people, we want to have nice things-who doesn't?  We want to use the money to glorify the name of our Lord.  Right now, he and I are so poor-but we're madly in love with each other.  He and I don't ask for much, we have the Lord in our hearts, a little food in our belly, and each other.  That's all we want. 

If he and I did have plenty of money, the first thing I would do would get the medical treatment I need in order to be healthier.  As many of my readers (ha) know, I suffer from PCOS.  It gets painful at times.  The cysts have been acting up and has been causing me pain.  Since I am uninsured, I cannot afford to go to the doctor for trivial things-they'd tell me to just deal with it and go home.  So I have been downing tylenol and ibuprofen like candy to just ease the pain a notch or ten, and have been trying to use the heating pad to keep the cramping to a minimum.  It's barely helped-but this too shall pass.

I have also been thinking of taking up writing stories again.  That's something I've always loved to do.  Some people its art, others music.  My niche is writing.  When I'm writing about fictional characters and their problems, the stresses and strains of living penny by penny just slip right out of my mind. 

What do you all do to ease your stress?

extra generic brands from the dollar store

Has anyone noticed the extra-generic brands from the dollar store?  What is up with that?  I was looking through the pop (soda, soda pop, whatever) and all it had on it was cola.  Please.  Cola?  And then there's the knock-off feminine products.  I'm surprised that there isn't something labeled "sticky underwear napkins" or "cotton plug with a fuse".  Ridiculous.  And the knock off Tylenol?  "Headache Relief capsules".  Don't get me wrong, I love to shop at the store, but it blows my mind how they have to name things these names.  I almost go there to find the funniest off-brand I can find. 

In other news, my PCOS has been flaring up today, resulting in lots of abdominal pain, as well as lower back pain.  It's no cake-walk having this condition.  It hurts in my lower abdomen, and it can be debilitating.  So debilitating in fact, that I have to lay in bed till it passes. Many people don't understand it, but it's not fun.

What else has really been bothering me lately is people who expect you to do something for them, and then when you cannot, they get upset and throw it up in your face.  Or, they think you're too gullible to say no, and then get upset when you stand up for yourself.  Ugh. 

I'm craving a Dr. Pepper.  I'm gonna go get one and then go to bed.