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It’s a Blacked Out Blur, But I’m Pretty Sure…

6
November

I hurt. This is not news. I hurt in my head, back, and neck. Again, this is not news. I tend to have weird tastes in my mouth, have trouble being around any light, and need to be laying as far back as humanly possible in order to feel anywhere near normal. This isn’t news to me. This probably isn’t news to anyone who may have listened to me complain every day for the last, oh, year and a half. My mom finally started putting together my complaints the other day. (She’s been remarkably more coherent in the last few days and couple of weeks.)

My mom wants me to go see my neurologist because she thinks that it sounds like a CSF leak. I have been thinking this was a potential issue for about a year now, especially since I started getting some yellow fluid in my ears regularly after my sinus surgery. I don’t bring it up at the doctor because I honestly feel like when I ask about serious issues that doctors might think that I’m being a malingerer or something. I know that I might miss out on getting things fixed by not discussing them with doctors, but I don’t want to come off as a hypochondriac or an attention-seeking whiner. (I don’t like asking for help ever.) Besides, the issue with the headaches/neck and back pains being horribly bad and the fluid being in my ears isn’t necessarily a regular issue. It seems to come and go, so it could be nothing. It could just be random bouts of health crap. My mom thinks it is super-serious, though.

So, I guess that I shall call my neuro doc this week. I am also supposed to call my GI doc about my regular heartburn and my family doctor about my ongoing sinus crap. The more aware my mother seems to be about my health issues, the more doctors she seems to want me to contact. It’s nice that she cares, but I don’t know what good it will do for me to see the doctors. They probably won’t do anything and anything that do try will probably end up causing some other crap. I think I’ve truly given up on doctors at this point.

In other pointless news, Alabama played LSU last night and lost. Somehow, local news had a hard time showing any highlights of LSU from the game, but got in all of the Alabama highlights. Maybe it was a coincidence. Alabama fans are being excessively annoying on Facebook. Apparently, the same people who regularly like to give Auburn fans a hard time when Auburn loses or doesn’t win by a high enough score or when Auburn has a stellar player that Alabama fans don’t like (i.e. Cam Newton) do not want to hear that their team lost, didn’t manage to score a touchdown (Auburn did vs. LSU), and that the referees were actually being kinder to Alabama than they were to LSU. (It was in Tuscaloosa, so having Alabama-loving refs is not unheard of there.) Instead, they’re saying how the referees were being mean to them or that LSU was cheating or other stuff that they normally say when they’re feeling butthurt. I’m glad I’m no longer “friends” with certain people on Facebook (i.e. some family members and Alan) because the Alabama loss would have resulted in a lot of whining from them and even more unusual conspiracy theories.

Oh, I accidentally described (outloud) the attitudes of ‘Bama fans last night as being butthurt to my parents. I then had to try to, nicely, explain what butthurt meant. Ah, sometimes I need to remember that slang does not translate for members of some (older) age groups.

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I Don’t Know If You Can Hear Me or If You’re Even There

2
September

I was going to call the doctor on Thursday, but I apparently slept through quite a bit of it. I didn’t call the doctor today either. Somehow, it just slipped my mind. It seemed like I would do okay, but about an hour and half ago, my coughing fits seemed to get worse. I also noticed that I had started wheezing. So, I have to try to make it through the weekend, which is going to be fun since clinics and physicians’ offices will be closed Monday for Labor Day. If I get too wheezy or short of breath, then I will go to the ER. (Of course, the thought of doing that on a holiday weekend is a bit scary.)

Another scary thing will be happening this weekend, the beginning of college football. While I am okay with expressing adoration towards the Auburn football team when they aren’t playing, I am terrified during the games. My dad, the Auburn superfan, will possibly get angsty or even extremely angry. If the game doesn’t go well, then he will complain quite a bit. I hope it goes well. Last year’s season was relatively smooth for us, but that makes sense because Auburn ended up winning the National Championship. While it is possible for them to win again this year, I know that it is not something that I should just expect to happen.

Oh, in happier news, earlier this week TIME magazine asked their Twitter followers what their favorite non-fiction books were. I, of course, said that Prozac Nation by Elizabeth Wurtzel was my favorite book. Since she has a Twitter account, I also mentioned her account in the response. Anyway, she thanked me. So, this is one of those moments that I am squeeing like an absolute fangirl. I’ve had celebrities add me on Twitter or respond to things that I say before, but I don’t think that I have ever gotten a response from someone I consider to be one of my absolute favorite writers. I know that she can be a controversial person and that some people think that she is whiny or self-involved or various other unfriendly descriptions, but this was the first woman (outside of my family) that I had seen go through some of the very same mental health issues that I had been going through. It helped me to feel like I wasn’t alone and that such intense bouts of depression and mood swings weren’t something that were just isolated to families in the southeastern United States. Her books inspired me to start talking even more openly about my problems, so I really admire her.

In non-health, non-sports, and non-Twitter related “news”, lately Xander (my 11-year old dachshund/golden retriever mix) has been super cuddly. He always liked to be cuddled when he was younger, but after we got Molly (and the other girls) he just kind of started hiding out. Now, he’s decided to get in any laps that he can get in. It is really nice, because I missed having him in my lap during his almost total boycott of lap-lounging. (He would get up in my lap every once in a while, or he would get where he knew I would be sitting and guilt me into picking him up and holding him. The latter was a lot less common, because it took a lot out of me.) Anyway, him being in my lap so much has kind of lowered my stress and anger levels, which is pretty damn cool. Of course, I’m still a frustrated, angry girl sometimes, but I feel a lot calmer than I have in a very long time. And he actually calmed my dad down the other day, which was nice to see.  I just hope that this isn’t some sudden shift in mood that indicates something is wrong with him.  I’m hoping that it just means that he missed being cuddled.

Oh, last week, Nana called and said that my aunt (the one that still isn’t communicating with me) had laser eye surgery.  She apparently had a retinal detachment or tear.  Her normal eye doctor didn’t think anything major was wrong, but she started having floaters plus flashers in her vision so she went to a clinic in Birmingham and found out what was going on.  I’m glad that the Birmingham doctor figured it out.  Not treating retinal detachments/tears can cause very serious problems.

My mom has also had some (not-so-fun) health issues lately.  She’s always got health problems going on, but the past two days, she has woken up with a blood sugar reading under 65.  Last night, she lowered her nightly insulin dose a little, but her sugar was lower today than it was yesterday.  I really hope that she isn’t going to have another bout of hypoglycemia.  I had hoped that she might consider at least calling a nurse at the UAB Clinic to see if they had any ideas for how she could keep her blood sugar high enough so that she didn’t risk going back into a low blood sugar state.  I guess she wants to give it time.  I shouldn’t critique that decision, since I’ve put off getting help for my own issues so many times.

Oh, if you aren’t living in the southeastern part of the United States, then you might not know that there is a Tropical Storm in the Gulf of Mexico.  Tropical Storm Lee is right under Mobile, and it is practically sitting there, not moving much at all.  That might not seem major to those of you who saw how stalling out basically weakened Hurricane Irene, but in the Gulf of Mexico there is a lot warmer water.  The storm can probably sit just off the coast for 72-hours and still get stronger, then come inland and cause major damage.  So, I’m hoping that it isn’t too bad.  On the other hand, it would be nice to have some rain around here.  I just hope it isn’t enough to cause flooding, which is probably an unrealistic hope for me to have.

I hope everyone has a nice weekend.

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Not Once, But Twice

7
July

I got a summons yesterday that I have to appear before a judge over my grass again.  We had gotten a notice to have it cut by June 21.  We did get it cut by then.  Of course, the inspector for the Community Development office came by almost a week later and determined that we didn’t.  It’s odd that it took him a week after the deadline to determine our grass was overgrown, especially since the week before he sent a notice that we needed to clean off our porch.  There were 2 dining room chairs on the porch (listed as “indoor furniture”), some pieces of wood (listed as “scrap”, I think), and a portable ramp (so when my mom has been in a wheelchair, she can get in the house), which was listed as an automobile ramp.  It seems odd that he decided to wait that extra week to write the criminal complaint, especially when I know he’d come by before then.

My mom went to the hospital on the 26th of June.  The guy came by to check the grass on the 27th.  She said that the day she went to the hospital, the grass wasn’t even over 6 inches.  That would mean that in a 24-hour time period, when I don’t think there was any major rainfall, the grass grew more than 2″, developed “wingy and downy” seeds, and became unsightly.  That seems odd.

It also seems weird that we’ve gotten this message after 1.) having the lawn mowed and 2.) after my father had made a phone call to their office to question why we were being written up for things that had been on the porch for over a year and (with the ramp) were being used to help a disabled person get into her home.  It seems like maybe this was there way of giving us a hard time over him protesting the ramp’s write-up.  It also frustrates me that they do this to  us every year.  I don’t know of anyone else who gets reported for their tall grass, and other people do have tall grass (sometimes taller than ours) in this neighborhood.

When I went to court last year, even knowing that others in the neighborhood had grass that was high, I saw no one from our neighborhood that was in court over their yards. This whole thing is frustrating and pisses me off.  I do not want to have to plea guilty to something I know that I am not guilty of.  I also do not want to have to pay hundreds of dollars to the city, because I know that if I go to trial over it that they will still end up getting the money, because they don’t think our yard looks right.

Last night, Aidan and Stacey recommended that we have some middle school age kids cut the yard.  We’ve tried that before.  It’s too big for them.  Hell, I’ve seen some full grown adults who couldn’t do it.  I don’t think of it as being a big yard, but it is at least twice as big as any other yard in the neighborhood.  It’s a corner lot, at the edge of the subdivision that it is in (next to a different one), and built before any other house in the neighborhood (and way before the other subdivision), so I think all of that factored into the yard being big.  And technically, the yard is supposed to be a little bit bigger because our house was built past “too close to the road” on 2 sides and “too close to the property boundary” on 1.  (It is inches away from the backyard’s boundary, too.)

The person that mows our lawn gets about $30 or $40 to do it. (Some people would charge & have charged more.)  He owns a yard care company and also happens to be our next door neighbor.  He’s really good about it, though I think one or two times he missed part of the grass in the backyard.  And he’s understanding about our situation.

Unfortunately, the city is not so understanding.  They don’t understand that $40 takes 10% of my disability or that the fine and court costs takes pretty much the whole disability check.  They don’t get how this fining plus the lawn mowing charge end up cutting down on the amount of money that can go to groceries and medicine.  Apparently, it isn’t rocket science (borrowing the judge from last year’s phrase to me) to get the yard mowed, but somehow it is rocket science to understand how a family living below the poverty line is negatively impacted by the amount that has to be paid to mow the lawn and appease the city when we go before the court.  Either that or they just don’t care.  It’s probably the latter.

I’m going to try to contact Legal Aid sometime this week or early next week to see if they can help me out.  I guess I could also call CASA and see if they can add my house to their lawn care list, since they help the elderly and home-bound.  (My mom has told me that she thinks that I would qualify under the home-bound category because I’m unable to leave the house for very long at a time because of my physical health.)

In other news, another person who has known me since I was a kid is getting huffy over a political disagreement.  She posted this:

SICK AND TIRED of being told that I’m wrong ALL the time, whether that be my opinion or what I like or don’t like. This does not JUST include certain family members, its my opinion of things being sent across the “burning bridge”. Its MY opinion, I don’t ream you a new one when you express your’s so back off of mine!!

I didn’t ream her a new one over her opinion or what she likes or doesn’t like.  I disagreed with her over the Casey Anthony trial.  I stated this and about the only negative thing I said to her about it was that I found her opinion regarding it to be alarming.  (She and some of her friends and family were advocating a position that I felt undermined the way the justice system was set up.) I also was accused in the post (about the trial) of telling her she couldn’t have an opinion, which I never said.  Saying that her opinion is alarming and saying she doesn’t have a right to one is not the same thing.

In the post that she made, I was one of two people who had a differing opinion.  That differing opinion earned me the “being brainwashed by Hollywood” and “sick” labels that I complained about last night on this tumblr post.  I don’t see how saying that I thought her opinion was alarming was reaming her a new one.  I don’t see how expressing my opinion infringed on hers.  If anything, I felt like I was the one who was being told to keep quiet, which isn’t altogether shocking since many of the people are from my church. (People from my church have often encouraged me to shut up about any sort of opinion that I have.)

About the only time I said anything to her about her likes and dislikes was when she was going on and on about being an Alabama fan.  I was surprised at the time because, when I was a kid, she was an Auburn fan.  She claimed at the time that she had never really liked Auburn and was only rooting for them for a while because her husband (and his family) liked Auburn.  That seemed odd because she had an Auburn decorative license plate on the front of her van for the longest time.  Why would she have that if she wasn’t the fan?  Anyway, after she told me that she was an Alabama fan and had always been one, which was her response to my question (1 post to her; 1 post back), the issue was dropped.  That was it.  I didn’t push it.  I didn’t give her a hard time over it.  That was all that was said, so this status that she posted is bugging me.

I know that it doesn’t name me specifically as being the person that she is talking about, but from what has gone on over the past few days, I don’t think that it is only my paranoia leading me to think that the post is about me.  I think it is likely that she really is talking about me, which I don’t really understand.  Is she really going to unfriend me because I disagreed about 1 opinion and about 1 like/dislike?  The only opinion that I’ve ever felt the need to unfriend someone over is one where their opinion advocated hate or promoted some kind of ignorance or violent behavior, which I think is reasonable to unfriend someone over.  Other than that, opinions aren’t generally involved in my termination of friendships.  Feelings are generally what leads to them.  And if this has hurt her feelings, then I’m sorry, but I don’t feel that I have said or done anything that would require an apology.  If she thinks differently and is wanting to end a friendship that has been going on for 20 years, since my mom and her were practically best friends at that time, then she can do it.  I just think that it is probably a mistake, and I would hope that at a later time she might regret the haste in which she made the decision.

I told my mother what was going on between the friend and me, and she started laughing.  According to her, this is the kind of thing that happens when the friend gets upset.  She said that when she gets upset, this particular friend begins to act like a spoiled little kid, which is what the whole thing sounds like.  Even if it is normal for her, it is frustrating for me.  I don’t like that she got coddled for being challenged on her opinion, but it was somehow okay for women twice my age to tell me that there was something mentally or morally deficient in me.  I didn’t want the coddling, but I thought it was ridiculous that people have to soothe her ego when someone has a differing opinion.  If a person can’t handle that other people have differing thoughts on an issue, then they shouldn’t post their opinions on the internet or talk about them to anyone.  (I know some people are probably thinking something along the lines of “well, that’s the pot calling the kettle black” because of my history of tantrums on the internet.)

And in completely unrelated news, my legs are doing the same pain to cramping to weakness thing that my mom’s legs did.  My mom told me that I need to eat more protein because my body may be malnourished and my muscles may be wasting away.  She also said I needed to get some kind of physical therapy-related exercise for my legs, which I agree with.  I don’t want what happened with her last week to happen to me.  I don’t want to spend any time in the hospital or in the middle of the living room floor because my muscles have gone to shit. So, I need to get this stopped before it really gets started.

Oh, and oddly, since I made the post threatening to unfriend anyone who supports David Duke running for President, I have lost 6 friends on Facebook and 2 on Twitter, while gaining 3 on Tumblr.  Of course, the loss of friends on Facebook might be related to my opinions on immigration, Casey Anthony, and anything else that I may have ranted about over the past few weeks.  See, the friend should feel lucky that posting her opinions doesn’t continuously cost her actual friendships.

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Fall Down, Go Boom, Eat Turkey, and Cry

26
November

I was going to blog yesterday (as in Wednesday, not Thursday) about therapy and how my therapist said I should move out because she thinks my parents are super-manipulative. I changed my mind, though, when I fell on Thursday morning as I was about to prepare the food for the pack.

kennel

Somehow, as I was walking past Gretchen’s kennel (similar to the picture above), my jeans got caught on the little metal thing that sticks out at the top that helps hold it closed. I was trying to manipulate my leg so that it would come off easily, but since it’s a swinging door, it had other plans. It pulled and I slid, which caused me to scrape my right knee while twisting my left. The left knee made this nice tearing sound, which I figured was no big deal. (With me, the tearing sound is generally a mild-to-severe sprain.) I iced it right after I got up, changed clothes, and fed the dogs. (My dad had to put the kennel back together, since my fun little fall was able to pull the door out and twist the metal thing I got snagged on.) I thought it would be okay, so we went to Guntersville.

The meal went as well as it could be expected. Luckily, there were no hospitalizations while down there (i.e. when my mom’s sugar dropped causing her body to begin shutting down and her kidneys to almost fail in 2008) and no one got injured while we were there. (Co-ordination in our family is kind of non-existent.) My aunt (and her crew) did a great job with the food. (I was happy my grandmother made mashed creamed potatoes and green beans [canola oil instead of water makes them so much better].) She did the typical thing in our family, which is getting nervous about the dressing. (Basically, if you mess up the chicken & dressing in our family, you end up feeling like you’ve ruined a dinner.) She did the other typical thing our family does, which is making it perfectly. (This is a feat, since none of us have an actual written recipe, so we have to basically do it “by ear”.)

When we were headed home, my knee was a bit swollen, and was inflamed enough that I could not straighten my knee at all. This led to a bit of muscle cramping in the right leg, since I was putting more weight on it than I should. I was so happy when I got home and was able to get to multiple ice packs, my last dose of D&C-prescribed Tramadol, and a muscle relaxer. After I took the drugs, I fell asleep, which helped a little. When I woke up, my knee worked a little better for about thirty minutes and then it was back to badness. Of course, by then, I was getting the rest of the fall-related pain/numbness/crap. (My back has a little scrape on it, my spine is a bit jarred, and I have bruises on my arms.) I’ve contemplated going to the ER or even calling a doctor tomorrow. I decided against the ER, since holidays are bad there. I’m not sure about doctors, since my dad has the whole Iron Bowl watching tomorrow. He would say that my knee is more important, but I would rather not have him miss it at all. It’s something he looks forward to all year, and is basically like his Christmas.

So, I guess I just have to wait and see with it. Luckily, I will have Gretchen making sure that I’m okay. (She’s being super-protective over me–even more than her usual obsessive-worrying ways.) So, I’m in good paws.

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Harder and Harder to Breathe

8
November

On Saturday, I slept all day. I had been feeling like crap, and I thought that maybe sleeping more for a few days might be helpful. It was to some extent. It didn’t help the headache or joint issues, but it helped with a bug that I had gotten from my mom last week.

I got a referral letter from the UAB clinic in town to go to The Kirklin Clinic, which is the UAB clinic in Birmingham. I don’t know which doctor I’m supposed to see. It says “patient’s choice” on my referral, but it has an appointment date and time (in 2011). So, I guess I can find out later. (They’ve put patient’s choice on other referrals before.) So, I will get to see the rheumatologists down there and *hopefully* find out what is going on. I’m kind of glad that the UAB folks here didn’t put fibromyalgia on it. It appears that whenever a doctor hears that you have that, they decide everything you say is wrong is fibromyalgia. It’s a catch-all for some, I guess.

Oh, and in non-health related news: Auburn won their football game (so far, they’re undefeated) and Alabama lost theirs (that makes 2 losses, seals their fate when it comes to the whole “repeat national titles”). This is very good news. Even if Auburn doesn’t get to play in the national championship this year, the whole season will be worth it just to see Alabama’s hopes get dashed. (Cruel of me, no?) Basically, seeing Alabama lose is like a Red Sox fan seeing the Yankees lose. It provides a weird bit of satisfaction. Oh, God, I’m turning into my father!

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Under My Feet

6
September

I haven’t really been online a lot this weekend. That’s mainly due to heightened anxiety/stress. I think that’s due to the beginning of football season. Around the time my father woke up on Saturday morning, I started giving myself my headache medicine. It kept me asleep for around 12-13 hours. I ended up waking up during Auburn’s halftime, which meant I got to experience rants full-on. I had missed the rants about the teams that he didn’t even care about, which was good. I had wished I could make it through the Auburn ones, too, but they would have been harder to miss. Auburn ended up winning, which was good. If they had lost, then I probably would’ve started dosing myself into unconsciousness again. (I’ve often used medicines to induce sleep. It’s how I managed to sleep while I was having major sleep issues during middle and high school.)

I started crying sometime in the early morning hours on Sunday. I just felt like I was ready to scream, throw things, etc. I started composing a very long letter to my parents about how I felt like I needed to be taken more seriously. (This was what I used to do when I was a little kid–if I needed something or if I felt like I needed to apologize, I’d write a letter.) Well, the ink ran out of the pen and I got upset and threw it across the room. It barely made a sound when it hit Willow’s chair, but it was loud enough that my mom woke up. We ended up talking, and I complained about the thing on my stomach, which she checked out a little closer this time. She was surprised because it was burning up, and I told her that that was normal. (It is hot most of the time, but it gets worse in the middle of the night [around 3:30-5:00 AM] and it starts hurting worse.) I have an appointment to get it checked out with my family medicine doctor, but I have honestly lost faith in most doctors lately. Yeah, they send me for the tests, but the longer this whole saga goes on, the more dismissive they get. (Half the time, the results are never relayed to me.) And with the cardiologist refusing to even suggest anything that could help the extra beats and tachycardia, it just seems to be stupid to go through massive amounts of tests.

Speaking of tests and medical records, I think that is unfair that if I want to access my medical records, I have to pay fees. (Where is Files & Records when you need her?) If I want a copy of my blood work, I have to pay per page of the test, which can be 20-or-so pages. The doctors, who have a lot more money, don’t have to pay anything. They can get paper copies or faxes or computer access without paying anything. All that they really need is a signature from me to share the records. (If they’re in the Huntsville Hospital system and the record is on my hospital file, they don’t even need my signature.) All these people can see whatever they want about me, but I don’t get to see my own file. (At the Mental Health Center, I don’t even get the opportunity to pay for the records to see what’s been said. I can have my therapist or doctor or one of the nurses read it to me, though.)

I’m a little frustrated with the Social Security Administration. When I started on SSI and SSDI, I was told that if I started paying $200+ a month in household expenses, then my SSI check would be increased by that much. After I got the first check, I began doing just that. I’ve told the SSA about this twice. I filled out lots of paperwork the first time–nothing happened. I called again in May or June (or possibly early July)–I haven’t even gotten paperwork or anything that says that anything will happen. I get that the government doesn’t really have lots of money right now, but it seems like they could at least hold up their end of the 1/3 reduction rule.

Anyway, right now I’m dealing with an earache and headache that my mom told me was probably just TMJ. I agreed at first, but after a while, my throat began hurting. I would say it was allergies, but I know that’s not likely.

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Impending Doom

14
August

Every Saturday, I get more and more apprehensive. I know that’s a sign of some of the issues that I have, but this has nothing to do with being crazy or sick or any of that crap. No, this has to do with the fact that as the days become shorter, they draw ever nearer to the one day that I loathe almost as much every Saturday (although sometimes it will be a Friday or a Thursday) for 3 months after that date. That day is the beginning of Auburn’s football season.

His grumpiness will, of course, be screaming at the referees and the players and the coaches because they didn’t do exactly what he would have done in the situation. He does not remember that he has not played football since, well, ever. (Not including any of those intramural games that he might have played.) He is a football genius, in his mind, which also makes him a football critic.

So, for the upcoming season, I must remember to do the following:

  • Wake him up an hour or so earlier on morning game days. This means I must keep a more regular sleep schedule and not oversleep at all…ever.
  • Stay in one spot unless it is time for a commercial break. If my body is between him and the television, then I will never hear the end of it.
  • Stay quiet during the games. My voice might interrupt him from hearing someone else’s voice saying something that might not even be related to the games.
  • Pray early and often. Whether or not God exists, I pray regularly during football season. I pray that Auburn wins. I pray that Alabama loses. I pray that if Alabama wins, don’t let Dad kill us. I pray that if Auburn loses, don’t let Dad kill us. I pray that if Alabama wins and Auburn loses, don’t let Dad kill anyone and everyone he has ever known. I pray that the Prozac actually works this week. I pray that Dad will tell his therapist that his anger is getting worse. I pray that Dad will tell his therapist that his depression is also getting worse. I pray that we don’t have to watch games that are between teams that we don’t even care about. I pray that I can run to the bathroom and back without being between Dad and whatever game is on. Basically, a lot of stupid little prayers.
  • Don’t wear anything resembling crimson, gray, or white with red or gray on it. These are Alabama colors, and are forbidden during this season. It made some high school stuff hard since my last high school had crimson as one of it’s colors.
  • As obsessive as my dad is, so are most of my friends from real life, so Facebook will be even more hell-like than it was before.

I bet I get through about 5 minutes of football season before he starts yelling. Even the season that Auburn was undefeated, Dad has fits.

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