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Meh. Today has been rather irritating. I'm sure it could have been much worse, though.
To start off, we had an appointment early this morning for me to get a cervical check. I had originally planned to borrow a neighbor's truck for a few hours to get this done, and to pick up the crib from Amanda. That was a no go because Jose forgot to even ask them the day before. :P So.. off to the doctor we went. The midwife checked me and said that I am still not dilated, she can get a finger in there but that's about it. She instructed me to do lots of walking. We leave the office and head home, but had to stop at the local Sweetbay to pick up a few groceries for the house. Well, we get our groceries and attempt to start the car. Fail. Apparently the battery was dead, and we had no cables or anyone nearby who had them and would give us a jump.
Before I go any further... for those of you that aren't aware, Jose and I currently live with my mother for two reasons. 1. I'm pregnant and he is having a terrible time finding a job after being laid off, and 2. My mother basically begged us to move in with her when I got pregnant so she could be around to help with the baby. My mother also takes pain medication for complications she had during abdominal surgery years ago, and over indulges herself to the point where she is completely stoned out of her mind and incoherent for days at a time. -_-
That being said, the only number I could even call at this point was hers. As expected, I called five or six times without getting an answer. I assumed she was passed out as per usual. So, I called 411 and got the number to the office of the park that we currently live in, and asked the lady that works there to see if any of the neighbors could come and give us a jump. Thankfully she was able to find someone. When we get home I see the phone sitting on the coffee table on the porch, and my mother is of course passed out with her head in her lap inside the house on the couch. /sigh. Useless.
I have to say, this is getting extremely old. I'm afraid to even bring my kid into this house because my mother can't grow up and get help. She falls asleep with lit cigarettes dozens of times per day, she burns her skin, hair, the carpet, the table, and has even melted part of her laptop. I have asked her several times to start smoking outside, and I even almost killed myself spending an entire day cleaning up the porch and setting up a nice smoking area for her. She smoked out there all of two days I think.
Her boyfriend, Jack, is still in the hospital. She hasn't gone to see him or even called him in two days because she can't even stay awake long enough or focus long enough to dial the right number, and she sure as hell can't drive like that. It angers me that he's been sitting in the hospital alone, I would be severely upset if I were in his shoes. If it were Jose I would ask them to give me a cot and let me friggin' live there.
If it weren't for Jose and I cleaning, doing the grocery shopping, and cooking meals... she would sleep all day, live in filth, and starve to death... that is if she didn't set herself on fire first. I've tried talking to her about it and she claims that she "needs" the medication, and if she went to rehab they would take her pills away for good and she doesn't have the strength to detox on her own. *sigh* There is so much more I could add to this, but I'd be sitting here all day. Needless to say I am just fed up, resentful, and angry. I will have a kid to raise soon and I don't want to do it in this environment, and jobs are so scarce I know I couldn't do it elsewhere.
My hands and feet are swollen and I'm exhausted and overheated.... Time for a nap.
To start off, we had an appointment early this morning for me to get a cervical check. I had originally planned to borrow a neighbor's truck for a few hours to get this done, and to pick up the crib from Amanda. That was a no go because Jose forgot to even ask them the day before. :P So.. off to the doctor we went. The midwife checked me and said that I am still not dilated, she can get a finger in there but that's about it. She instructed me to do lots of walking. We leave the office and head home, but had to stop at the local Sweetbay to pick up a few groceries for the house. Well, we get our groceries and attempt to start the car. Fail. Apparently the battery was dead, and we had no cables or anyone nearby who had them and would give us a jump.
Before I go any further... for those of you that aren't aware, Jose and I currently live with my mother for two reasons. 1. I'm pregnant and he is having a terrible time finding a job after being laid off, and 2. My mother basically begged us to move in with her when I got pregnant so she could be around to help with the baby. My mother also takes pain medication for complications she had during abdominal surgery years ago, and over indulges herself to the point where she is completely stoned out of her mind and incoherent for days at a time. -_-
That being said, the only number I could even call at this point was hers. As expected, I called five or six times without getting an answer. I assumed she was passed out as per usual. So, I called 411 and got the number to the office of the park that we currently live in, and asked the lady that works there to see if any of the neighbors could come and give us a jump. Thankfully she was able to find someone. When we get home I see the phone sitting on the coffee table on the porch, and my mother is of course passed out with her head in her lap inside the house on the couch. /sigh. Useless.
I have to say, this is getting extremely old. I'm afraid to even bring my kid into this house because my mother can't grow up and get help. She falls asleep with lit cigarettes dozens of times per day, she burns her skin, hair, the carpet, the table, and has even melted part of her laptop. I have asked her several times to start smoking outside, and I even almost killed myself spending an entire day cleaning up the porch and setting up a nice smoking area for her. She smoked out there all of two days I think.
Her boyfriend, Jack, is still in the hospital. She hasn't gone to see him or even called him in two days because she can't even stay awake long enough or focus long enough to dial the right number, and she sure as hell can't drive like that. It angers me that he's been sitting in the hospital alone, I would be severely upset if I were in his shoes. If it were Jose I would ask them to give me a cot and let me friggin' live there.
If it weren't for Jose and I cleaning, doing the grocery shopping, and cooking meals... she would sleep all day, live in filth, and starve to death... that is if she didn't set herself on fire first. I've tried talking to her about it and she claims that she "needs" the medication, and if she went to rehab they would take her pills away for good and she doesn't have the strength to detox on her own. *sigh* There is so much more I could add to this, but I'd be sitting here all day. Needless to say I am just fed up, resentful, and angry. I will have a kid to raise soon and I don't want to do it in this environment, and jobs are so scarce I know I couldn't do it elsewhere.
My hands and feet are swollen and I'm exhausted and overheated.... Time for a nap.