Holiday Stress
My hands are getting more and more useless as time goes on. I'm not sure what message I'm supposed to get from that. I mean, I'm 24, I'm not supposed to be losing my joints yet. But, yet again, left-field like illness decided to throw me a curve-ball. Unfortunately, the hand things are seriously screwing with my homemade Christmas. Which is seriously pissing me off. I've put off the sewing projects for now - heck, everyone's always said I show love through food. And I can just go to the damn mall and get more presents. I can deal with the pain, I've dealt with physical crap all my life. And for the first time in my life I *don't* have major emotional pain. So I guess it's a fair trade off, emotional pain gone, physical pain sets in. What I can't deal with is losing my ability to do things, to make things. And my ability to drink coffee and eat spicy foods... which has been cut back to ward off any ulcer-y problems that might happen.
Speaking of food, I get to make chocolate cups filled with chocolate mousse tonight! Yay! I'm such a food geek!
Today's been boring. I've had a lot of nuisances recently - the company party, my Grandmother in the ICU, and the usual round of family drama. Now that Mom's moved off from the idea that J will kill me and drop my body in Rock Creek Park, she's decided that his family is going to lock me in a basement over Christmas (she saw this on unsolved mysteries), and if I survive the wedding and he doesn't back out, he'll pull a Scott Peterson and murder me in a particularly gruesome fashion when we have kids. I wonder how many more steps he has to take before she is convinced he's not a murderer. According to my Mom, at least 75% of men cheat on there wives, 60% are physically abusive, and at least 30% kill their wives.
Speaking of food, I get to make chocolate cups filled with chocolate mousse tonight! Yay! I'm such a food geek!
Today's been boring. I've had a lot of nuisances recently - the company party, my Grandmother in the ICU, and the usual round of family drama. Now that Mom's moved off from the idea that J will kill me and drop my body in Rock Creek Park, she's decided that his family is going to lock me in a basement over Christmas (she saw this on unsolved mysteries), and if I survive the wedding and he doesn't back out, he'll pull a Scott Peterson and murder me in a particularly gruesome fashion when we have kids. I wonder how many more steps he has to take before she is convinced he's not a murderer. According to my Mom, at least 75% of men cheat on there wives, 60% are physically abusive, and at least 30% kill their wives.