Ohh my freaking head.
My head hurts. Bet you couldn't tell that from my subject line, though. :P
It has been a busy month.
Wow, I don't even know where to begin. Here are my major talking (typing?) points, though, and maybe I'll get through them:
New car.
New place.
Greg.
Balboa Park.
Passover etc.
Diet.
TMI type stuff.
Jess.
That might be all, we'll see.
So new car. The HMS was making funny noises, so Dave took it in to the mechanic, and it died a block before it got there. The engine was terminal, so we decided that, rather than get the HMS a new engine, it was time to buy a new car. Long story short, we're now driving a thus-far-unnamed Buick Century. Which runs. Nicely. And it's comfortable. And it looks cool.
Next... new place. So after the HMS died, we decided we needed to cut expenses (since either way, whether we fixed the HMS or bought a new car, it would be about the same amount, which was more than we could afford), and our place, while wonderful, is more than we can afford, so we started place-hunting again... long story short, Larry the Landlord knocked the rent back a bit, I'm going to get a part-time job, so we're staying here.
So Dave's brother Greg was arrested last month on a twenty-year-old DUI charge, he was extradited to California, so we've been going up on Friday nights, staying at Dave's mom's, and Dave and Cathy have been visiting Greg in the morning. Not a bad thing at all, just tiring, because it's almost a two-hour drive up and back. Apparently Greg's doing well, by the way, and we're hoping the judge will throw this out, since after the DUI Greg stopped breaking the law completely and it was twenty years ago.
Balboa Park. Hayden's been doing this parkour thing in the park every other Sunday, so since Sundays are our day with the kids, we've been going and hanging out in the park till Hayden's done parkouring. It ends up being a long day, but Balboa Park's nice. Linz and I are kind of getting a little tired of it, though, so we're trying to think up something fun to do tomorrow while Hayden's parkouring.
So Tuesday night we go up to Harold's for the Passover service (or, if you're us, it's the Lord's Supper and we just refer to it as Passover because we're... lazy? Less syllables. I dunno). Dave's excited because he's been asked to speak, and does a great job (I'm really proud of him). Drive back that night, get around the next day to have the Beatties over for Night To Be Much Observed or, The Old Testament Passover. Okay, this entire paragraph so far has been a bow in David Beattie's direction :-) Anyways, we have them over, I fail at the yams, Dave fails at the fire, but we all have fun anyway, and end up staying up way too late. Andrew stays the night with us, and the next morning we chat before he goes back home to LA.
What's next? Oh, the freaking diet of doom. So I've stopped with the garlic and the pills, and I've started with pau d'arco tea, coconut oil, and undecenoic acid. Since I have the worst memory evar, I can't say whether it's working or not, since sometimes I don't remember to take it. If I were to remember to do so, though, it might work, who knows? I really need to remember to do this, though. Honestly, how can I seriously expect to beat this thing if I don't remember to do the treatments? Blar.
I am now dreading my period. It hurts. Ever since the miscarriage, it hurts. I've always had uncomfortable cramps, but now they just hurt. They're like contractions all over again. And for some reason, my right ovary just gripes and gripes, especially if my bladder's full and there's the slightest amount of pressure on it at all, it just hurts. How do I know it's my right ovary? 'Cause when I had the ultrasound done, she told me she was poking my left ovary, I felt pain where my ovary was, and then she told me she was poking my right ovary, and I felt pain where it was. So ow, ovarian pain. Only when I'm menstruating, though. Any other time it feel fine. Even when I'm ovulating. Go figure.
As an aside, though, I have to ask again, why did I have to have a miscarriage? We were talking about babies this morning, and I didn't think too much of it until I saw the paper proclaiming that it was April 11th. It is now three months since the miscarriage, and I've been without the Raisin as long as I've had the Raisin. This depressed me greatly, and I spent a large portion of the afternoon crying. I seriously don't get why this happened, and if I had the power to go back in time and prevent any event from happening, I seriously think this would be it, just because nothing good has come from it at all.
/rant
So my sister. I really don't even know what to say about this, but I'm obsessing. I just can't stop thinking about her. I'm sure this fact will piss her off, because she seems ultra-volatile lately, but she's my sister, and I love her, and I'm seriously worried about her. I think that's all I'm going to say about it, for now anyway.
So that might actually be everything now. I'm hungry. I know that. Yeah, so, food. Right on it.
It has been a busy month.
Wow, I don't even know where to begin. Here are my major talking (typing?) points, though, and maybe I'll get through them:
New car.
New place.
Greg.
Balboa Park.
Passover etc.
Diet.
TMI type stuff.
Jess.
That might be all, we'll see.
So new car. The HMS was making funny noises, so Dave took it in to the mechanic, and it died a block before it got there. The engine was terminal, so we decided that, rather than get the HMS a new engine, it was time to buy a new car. Long story short, we're now driving a thus-far-unnamed Buick Century. Which runs. Nicely. And it's comfortable. And it looks cool.
Next... new place. So after the HMS died, we decided we needed to cut expenses (since either way, whether we fixed the HMS or bought a new car, it would be about the same amount, which was more than we could afford), and our place, while wonderful, is more than we can afford, so we started place-hunting again... long story short, Larry the Landlord knocked the rent back a bit, I'm going to get a part-time job, so we're staying here.
So Dave's brother Greg was arrested last month on a twenty-year-old DUI charge, he was extradited to California, so we've been going up on Friday nights, staying at Dave's mom's, and Dave and Cathy have been visiting Greg in the morning. Not a bad thing at all, just tiring, because it's almost a two-hour drive up and back. Apparently Greg's doing well, by the way, and we're hoping the judge will throw this out, since after the DUI Greg stopped breaking the law completely and it was twenty years ago.
Balboa Park. Hayden's been doing this parkour thing in the park every other Sunday, so since Sundays are our day with the kids, we've been going and hanging out in the park till Hayden's done parkouring. It ends up being a long day, but Balboa Park's nice. Linz and I are kind of getting a little tired of it, though, so we're trying to think up something fun to do tomorrow while Hayden's parkouring.
So Tuesday night we go up to Harold's for the Passover service (or, if you're us, it's the Lord's Supper and we just refer to it as Passover because we're... lazy? Less syllables. I dunno). Dave's excited because he's been asked to speak, and does a great job (I'm really proud of him). Drive back that night, get around the next day to have the Beatties over for Night To Be Much Observed or, The Old Testament Passover. Okay, this entire paragraph so far has been a bow in David Beattie's direction :-) Anyways, we have them over, I fail at the yams, Dave fails at the fire, but we all have fun anyway, and end up staying up way too late. Andrew stays the night with us, and the next morning we chat before he goes back home to LA.
What's next? Oh, the freaking diet of doom. So I've stopped with the garlic and the pills, and I've started with pau d'arco tea, coconut oil, and undecenoic acid. Since I have the worst memory evar, I can't say whether it's working or not, since sometimes I don't remember to take it. If I were to remember to do so, though, it might work, who knows? I really need to remember to do this, though. Honestly, how can I seriously expect to beat this thing if I don't remember to do the treatments? Blar.
I am now dreading my period. It hurts. Ever since the miscarriage, it hurts. I've always had uncomfortable cramps, but now they just hurt. They're like contractions all over again. And for some reason, my right ovary just gripes and gripes, especially if my bladder's full and there's the slightest amount of pressure on it at all, it just hurts. How do I know it's my right ovary? 'Cause when I had the ultrasound done, she told me she was poking my left ovary, I felt pain where my ovary was, and then she told me she was poking my right ovary, and I felt pain where it was. So ow, ovarian pain. Only when I'm menstruating, though. Any other time it feel fine. Even when I'm ovulating. Go figure.
As an aside, though, I have to ask again, why did I have to have a miscarriage? We were talking about babies this morning, and I didn't think too much of it until I saw the paper proclaiming that it was April 11th. It is now three months since the miscarriage, and I've been without the Raisin as long as I've had the Raisin. This depressed me greatly, and I spent a large portion of the afternoon crying. I seriously don't get why this happened, and if I had the power to go back in time and prevent any event from happening, I seriously think this would be it, just because nothing good has come from it at all.
/rant
So my sister. I really don't even know what to say about this, but I'm obsessing. I just can't stop thinking about her. I'm sure this fact will piss her off, because she seems ultra-volatile lately, but she's my sister, and I love her, and I'm seriously worried about her. I think that's all I'm going to say about it, for now anyway.
So that might actually be everything now. I'm hungry. I know that. Yeah, so, food. Right on it.