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Tomorrow… wait… tonight a few of the people husband worked with these past few weeks are coming over.

With the intentions of husband and I going and having a pedicure and out for dinner.

Not happening.

Why?

Because he got frustrated with the tent while out camping with the boys tonight and bought a new one.

Can we say, two more mortgage payments, one more car payment, and fuel for the first two weeks back to work… before BEFORE the first paycheque.  Don’t even get me started on the panic attacks over the rising cost of … well… everything!

I will be having a very lousy day with him… after I inform him that this whole ‘date night’ was cancelled at midnight in a group e-mail to those of them I know.

Cripes… for the record. One of the WORST homecomings yet. So not happy.

Cat Bordhi may be a genius in the sock world.  Alas, she is an evil genius to me.

THREE tries… right from the figure eight cast on.

Three tries I’ve gone meticulously through each and every step.

Three stitches.  I’m missing three freaking stitches!

I’ve written down and crossed off each and every single step.  I don’t just rip back (frog? is the term?) I start OVER.

sob.

And this is just the ’sample sock’ so that I can go on and make the dragon socks… and yes, there is a time line for the big pair… getting a doctorate in your mid-twenties in genetic engeneering… yeah that deserves some dragon socks … seeing as the fellow is a huge dragon fan!

cripes… I’m going to back to crying now.  Maybe tomorrow it will work.

If not I’m demanding help on Tuesday night!

I’ve been raking my brain for almost two hours for a solution to getting a friend to town to see a movie… Okay, THE MOVIE… next week.  Snafu in the childcare dept for her.

Brain can not figure out how to work it.  And I feel like heel.  Because I don’t like driving at night any more.  Last Friday, with clear star studded skies and nary a bit of blowing snow to be found was still torturous to me.  Kept ’seeing’ things out of the corner of my eye, blinding light from on coming and  behind me trucks.  Just not pleasant. The only thing that kept me grounded was the other adult in the car.  Coming home next week would be solo and late.

DARN IT!!! Someone fix this for me!

please. :-(

 First off.  This isn’t the first time these people have made a plea for help with this.

I chose to ignore them the first time around.  Whatever, you didn’t move back in time to have all your paperwork settled.  WHAT EVAH!  We had to pay close to 400$ to the AB government for the three months it took for our MB health to kick back in.   Trust me that hurt plenty.  Having to give them money even if we weren’t accessing any health care services here!

SUCK IT UP kids!  You should have double checked your sources.  Baby could have been born overseas and still applied for Canadian citizenship because of dad.  SUCK IT UP.  You chose to move back to do this… should have been more careful with the timing…  dumb ass’

The next one, which caused this family to whine and complain about their sad state of affairs… the ones in Saskatchewan.

I had better hear the magic words people!

placenta previa

placenta accretia

Severe aorta dysfunction in the mom…

Gimme something  to work with here.  Because if this is just a ‘ohhh look at how teeny tiny she is’ crap.  Then retract the money and get them to pay for their totally elective cesarean.  I hate despise that cesareans on maternal demand are not out of pocket expenses.  Want to risk your own life, fine go ahead, but don’t be a dumb ass about that infant inside of you.  Do not set them up for failure.  FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

Now if you shall excuse me I’m going to curl up on the chair and fall asleep watching the movie as biggest boy just did in the last few minutes I’ve been screaming about stupid people who have/are going to be giving birth.

*Note, this is not meant to slam those who serve in the military.  I am grateful to the father of the baby in his service to this country.  I do not, condone un-necesareans. read it again… it makes sense truly it does!

 COOLER DOULA>>>>>> DO NOT CLICK THE LINK>>>> IN FACT>>>> IGNORE THIS POST COMPLETELY OKAY!

thank you!

Shoooo

go away.

NOW!

And without an ambulance to be seen or heard! woo hoo for me!

Alas, it was the CBC that did me in. This story.

I sincerely hope that there is a dark sobering moment in that mans life, where he realizes what he has done. What he caused, what he has lost.

Parenting is hard. Really hard! Love, food, shelter are the basics. Perhaps he loved them?

I doubt it. Love doesn’t involve leaving them out in the dark and cold to die.

I hope he suffers the same fate, for an eternity. Bastard.

Cripes… found this on a message board I’m on.

Went to see if it is public. I cut and pasted the post itself below, to view the comments  see here.

And people wonder why women who are abuse survivors don’t like the hospital?  see #12

People wonder why addict moms trying to turn their lives around are giving birth at home in their bathrooms?  see the majority of them.

The  comments from other l & d nurses is what frightens me.  The new ones… who found it so funny.  Wow.   I hate to think this wasn’t written by someone who is burnt out by the system.
Rules of Labor and Delivery

1. Don’t ask me if my wheel can tell you if you got knocked up on the 15th or the 16th. That’s too damn close to have 2 different partners anyway… Just suffer for 8 more months, assuming the father is not the one it should be.

2. Bed rest does not include walking around Walmart, or running by the mall to pick up something.

3. Don’t come in the middle of the night because you’ve been throwing up for a week… and then ask me to get you something to eat.
4. Breathing hard, and faking to your family like you’re having contractions, WON’T open up your cervix.
5. Tears, and rolling around in the bed also will NOT open your cervix.
6. Doing sit ups while in the bed to make the monitor “go up”…. also….. WILL NOT open your cervix.
7. Until your cervix is opening…..don’t plan on staying.
8. If you fight with your boyfriend and need a little TLC… go to his mother’s house, not the labor room.
9. If you are ther e with someone in labor, don’t try to read the strip and tell me what’s going on. You don’t know the difference between a fart and a contraction and you’ll likely just piss me off and delay your loved one getting pain medication or her epidural.
10. When I ask the patient a question, that’s who I want the answer   from… OK? I don’t need her mother to tell me when she had sex last….
11. This day and time, if a patient is between the ages of 37 and 42… she has had approximatley 2-5 partners. If she is between the ages of 28-36, the average is 7. If she is in her early to mid twenties, then her age is how many partners she’s had… If she is a teenager, then “too numerous to count” applies. (and she has had, or currently has chlamydia or trich)
12. Open your damn legs. If you were a virgin, you wouldn’t be here.
13. Shave that shit. If we wanted a trip to the jungle… we’d go there.
14. Clean your ass before you come in. Unless you have the umbilical cord ha nging out, are in a serious accident, or are bleeding profusely, take time to wash it up a bit… it’s going to be on display.
15. You’d better be nice to your nurse. She, not the physician, decides when you get pain medication… There is such a thing as placebo. We can also make you wait the entire 2 hours… adding 45 minutes for our convenience… or we can give it to you 15 minutes early…. it’s all in your attitude.
16. The fewer visitors you have in with you… the better mood your nurse will be in.
17. Get rid of that one “know it all” visitor before it’s too late. She can ruin the entire experience for you by pissing me off.
18. If this is your 6th baby, either get the epidural before you come in, or don’t plan on one.
19. Don’t blame us when you’re baby can’t say it’s own name when it’s 5. Chances are, it was the cocaine you snorted in the parking lot, just before you were rushed in abrupting.
20. If your pulse is 50 when you come in… from all the downers you’ve been downing… chances are your baby will be several bricks shy of a full load. It’s your fault, not ours.
21. When I ask you if you smoke… you should include marijuana in that answer. Other things that should be included are, hashish, crack, meth, and any other illegal drug that you may have smoked.  Nicotine is the least harmful of all the crap you could smoke…dummy.
22. Don’t bitch at us because your baby has to stay in the hospital until it’s 2 months old, weaning off of Methadone or Morphine.  Regardless of what the bullshit clinic says to you…. Methadone is NOT healthy for babies.
23. If you call us and say you’re bleeding profusely, then I’d better see some blood when you come in. Do you know how many people we notify for shit like that!
24. Hard labor doesn’t just stop with 1 bag of IV fluids. We know a faker when we hydrate one.
25. If you’re an addict, we already have a preconceived notion about you, and we probably don’t like you. Nothing personal… it’s just the way it is. You chose that life… now live it.
26. Regardless of the fact that your neighbor’s sister’s aunt had a baby at 30 weeks and it is perfect… that does NOT mean we’re going to let you have yours at 30 weeks.
27. Your neighbor’s sister’s aunts baby likely had to stay in the hospital for 6 weeks, and could possibly have problems that you’re not aware of… dumb dumb.
28. You’d better tell us if you’re on narcotics… trust me…… We’ll know soon enough, because our drug of choice is Stadol…. HA HA.
29. If you have track marks on your arm, “NO YOU CAN NOT GO OUT AND SMOKE” with your IV. What do you think we are, Stupid?
30. Don’t scream. We hate screamers. It get’s on our nerves and we just sit at the desk looking at each other and grinning and making faces. It’s not to your advantage.
31. If you don’t have custody of your 3 other kids, chances are you won’t go home with this one either. We ARE calling Social Servi ces. That’s our job.
32. If the baby’s dad is in jail, and he’s still your boyfriend, we automatically assume “birds of a feather flock together

Open note to lovely nurse taking care of unfortunate patient who lost the luck of the draw to get you…. the cervix won’t open up when the mom has a lousy nurse who is snappish and cruel either.  Failure to Progress is really, failure to care/wait/move/be attentive/leave alone/support.  I didn’t see a damn sight of any of that in your ‘Rules of Labour and Delivery’.  Dumb ass

Every single ‘rural’ school division but the one husband works for is closed.

WHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE!

Biggest boy is back to where we were last year in his behaviour.

WHIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE!

Midsized boy is fighting sleeping, again!

WHIIIIIIIIIIINE!

Wee girlie woke up in a foul mood.

WHIIIIIIIIIIIINE!

I want to have a nap.

WHIIIIIIIIIIIIINE!

It is past -40 with the windchill out there…

no, can’t whine too loud, neighbour walked biggest boy back after lunch.  little whiiine.

Feeling housebound and grumpy… self explanatory whine there!

And I’d like to send out a whine to my girl bits.  What the heck is your problem?  Yes, I am aware of the scar tissue/ fibroid pain.  Thank you very much for reminding me of it more and more often these days.  But really, according to the girl parts bible by Toni Weschler... I’m supposed to be ovulating, with minimal spotting being normal.  NOT BLEEDING LIKE… something that bleeds a lot… cripes.   Apologies to blindmama… may your womb be calm and happy and fostering life this month.  I’m willing to give mine up for takers shortly!

sooo?  how is your day dear internet friends?