This morning I have another doctor’s appointment. This time with the family doctor to find out what is causing my neuropathy. I think it may be the residual affects of the whole Cipro problem (aka fluoroquinolone toxicity). Of course, reminding the family doctor that that event happened might be difficult since the resident who saw me the day that I went in with that never got it into my chart. (It would be so much easier if people could get things into the chart, especially when they are typing them in while you sit there.)
I got dressed this morning and went to wake my mom up, and what words did she utter to me (first thing in the morning)? Not, “good morning” or “how are you”, but “someone’s popping out of her pants this morning”. Needless to say, I was pissed. This woman knows how I loathe hearing that kind of thing, especially when it isn’t true. Then she seemed to be offended that I got offended. I think I have a right to get a bit upset.
Oh, speaking of weight, at the doctor on Monday, they weighed me, which is the normal thing to do, right? Well, I had lost 14 pounds since I had my sinus surgery. My dad was so excited when I told him, but he didn’t seem to understand that I had lost that 14 pounds without actually trying. Because of my digestive issues as of late, I have been eating mainly things that don’t cause me to get sick within moments of eating them or that don’t trigger massive pain, nausea, etc. I didn’t expect this to lead to 14 pounds to disappear. Of course, my mom was concerned at first, but then she said that it was possible that the scales at the doctor’s office were wrong and I hadn’t lost anything. I doubt that since these scales, though they tend to be off, are the kind that weigh folks heavier than they’re supposed to be. Of course, I’m sure my mom would find a way to say that they weigh me differently than other people.
Oh, recently, my mom and I got into an argument because I’m apparently not paying enough in household expenses. Because of my checks being so low, the government basically requires me to fork over about 1/2 of them ($200) for monthly expenses. This month, I spent $250 on groceries, and then heard my mom whine and complain a few days later when I couldn’t give her another $45 to save up for this year’s property tax (which is due in December). I told her that I was going to give her the $45 and had budgeted it in, but when I ended up paying $50 more for groceries than I am supposed to, that that had blown any shot of that happening. So, she demanded to know exactly how I was spending the money, which I explained. She whined over everything I said, and told me that I could no longer spend any of my money on things that she didn’t agree to before I bought them. I’ve heard this statement used against me before, and I finally just had enough. I told her that it was ridiculous that I have to personally account for every dime I spend to her and get my “mommy’s permission” for things I want to get with my money (she has previously had me use gifted money for stuff for the family), when my dad doesn’t have to do the same with their shared accounts and that she doesn’t appreciate when he expects her to tell him what she spent their money on. I also told her that it seemed ridiculous that I had to explain my debts and stuff to her, when she didn’t have to order something in my name once from a catalog without asking. I told her that I am 26 and I should not have to tell her how I spend money and I shouldn’t have to ask her permission for things. I told her that I give what I can to the family and that I try to help out as much as possible. I also pointed out that I didn’t think it was fair that every time that it is my week for groceries, we spend $50-$150 more than we spend on the weeks that are paid for out of her pocket…and not because I want something special, but because we have to get this and that for them. And I told her that I get sick of them pointing out that I have overdrawn my accounts a few times in the past, and acting like I do this on a regular basis. It’s doubtful that come next month the argument will be any different, even though she promised to be a little easier on this criticism.
Oh, my mom has to have her ankle surgery redone from her broken ankle. Apparently, her bone didn’t grow back together. The orthopedic surgeon said that it had about an inch gap in it, and normally that would fill it, but it didn’t. (Probably because she’s diabetic.) So, he will screw the bone together this time, and it will actually heal. Seems like he could’ve done that before, and saved a lot of hassle.
At the beginning of the year, our next door neighbor moved out. (He lived in a rental house between us and Satan’s Spawn.) Well, apparently, he has been replaced by someone almost as bad as Satan’s Spawn. I guess maybe it’s Barney’s Spawn (as in the big purple dinosaur) or Hanson’s Spawn or maybe even the forgotten Jonas brother. (That shall be what I call him.) Apparently, he has decided that he doesn’t want our dogs on his (rented) yard. Well, that’s fine…just ask. Does he ask, though? No. He puts a string up that’s about 2 or 3 inches tall that is staked along at various points from the power poll to his driveway. (I noticed this a couple of weeks ago and wondered what was going on.) Recently it was cut or something, and he came over to our house bright and early and asked if our dogs had done it. My dad politely (or so my dad says, but given that my dad wouldn’t know polite if it bit him in the butt, I would say it was a more snarky manner) told him that they had not done that and that they weren’t the only dogs that walk down the street, and that there are cats and rabbits that go down through here, too. (The guy said a cat or rabbit wouldn’t do this sort of thing.) Well, this led to my mom and I sitting up in the middle of the night that night, trying to figure out ways to cut the newly replaced string. We determined we can’t use scissors because it’s too clean of a cut. I suggested using a razor like for shaving to shave the string until it popped. When we told my dad this, he said that would take to long. (It takes a couple of minutes on most string.) We haven’t tried it yet, though.