Drawing smiles..

I've been at my mom's for almost a week now. Besides me being sick with a severe case of tonsillitis, it's been really nice. But then again, Judy told me to come over here so I don't get her sick since she needed to have surgery to get her gall bladder removed. So, I packed my stuff, and was headed out the door, and she told me she was kidding, though I knew she wasn't; she only said she was kidding because my dad was sitting in the room. But I refused to stay, and my dad got upset, but I told him I needed to be away because I wanted her to get the surgery.. just in case it helped with her bitchiness lately.

So, here I've been. I've taken more damn medicine than an addict, but I'm FINALLY getting better. I have an interview at Shopko on Monday, so I need to be better. Today was the first day I could actually eat full meals; that was a very nice change, hence the fact that it had been a good four or so days since I was able to eat regularly. My tonsils were looking like golf balls. My voice sounded pretty damn funny if I do say so myself.. but, everybody else was laughing also.

For the past few months, I had come down with this itch that covered just about all my body. It got increasingly worse, so I finally went to the doctor; he said scabies. But, no one else in my family, nor my boyfriend had gotten it, so I ruled that out myself. But, I've been taking Benadryl, and that has helped immensely. And of course as I'm writing about this, I find myself itching.. I just love the power of the human mind.

From the three month itching period, I gained quite a few (extreme understatement) scabs and scars. So, I sat down a few minutes ago and connected the dots in a smiley face pattern in various spots. I have to say, it brought a delightful comic relief. The itching got pretty bad some days. It would bring me to tears sometimes because I'd get so frustrated because I wasn't seeing an end to it. But, things now are looking up. I'm getting healthy again. Charlie is going to know the healthy side of me soon I'm hoping, ha ha.

But, I guess that's all for now..

Dear Judy,

You're a motherfuckin' piece of shit, and you'll never amount to nothing.

-The strain in your marriage.