I see, a bad moon risin’ - I see trouble on the bend. September 17, 2008
Oh boy, Oh boy.
I am still holed up in bed, but managed to make it to a governmental meeting tonight even though I was in ruthless amounts of pain. Pretty amusing when the Mayor tells everyone in town how you look like you have lost weight.
Mayor “How much weight is it Paula,”
Paula “20 pounds sir,”
Mayor “You look fabulous!”
Paula *turning purple* “Thanks, now maybe I can find me a rich husband and not have to sit in this uncomfy chair.” 50 people laugh at my joke. I look over and realize the TV camera is on me.
What people don’t know is that I consider this guy to be my gay husband and while I shouldn’t be friends with a politician – I love this dude. So Eileen, I got my first compliment. On public television no less. Hehe.
Now, I have this really bizarre belief and no matter how much I try – I can tell you when the moon is full. Not because I turn into a werewolf and snatch children out of their cribs – but because 4 times out of the year things get really bad. Really, really bad. I believe that it has to due with my sign, or signs as I am a Cancer/Gemini. Three personalities I could be.
For example:
I get TOM.
My father decides to heckle me for my food choices (I wanted pizza for the first time in a friggan month) after eating my food for free and loafing on my couch. I hate him.
I throw my back out and have been bed ridden for three days now.
My best friend, who is pregnant with my first God Child, goes into labor three months early and now we aren’t sure if baby Izzie is going to make it. I am picking up my friends daughter tomorrow, after fighting her grandmother because the 16 year old wont be able to focus on school tomorrow, and going to let her hang out in bed with me for the day.
I then get to battle Boston traffic to go and visit my best friend who is scared shitless for her baby.
So I am really looking forward to things to stabilize. I know through my gut that the baby is going to live. I just think that she is going to have a very long road head of her.
Hi Paula!
Wow, how cool is that?!? A compliment on public TV no less! I sure can’t top that one. =D
Sorry about all the bad shit that’s going on…
I know what it’s like to be laid up with a backache, OMG sometimes my back goes out and I can’t even stand up - if I do manage to get on my feet I can only stay that way hunched over because there’s no way I can straighten up. I’ve never seen a doctor about it (yeah *smacking my own head* I know I should but shit, it goes away on its own so I figure it’s a muscle thing). Anyway I am very independent and self-sufficient and I *HATE* being laid up where I can’t do stuff, HATE it!!
Your little god-daughter (and her mother and you), you’re all in my prayers. My daughter Paige was premature, she weighed one-pound-twelve-ounces when she was born. It was a tough road but now she’s eighteen and healthy - and just as feisty as ever, ha!
By the way, I’m a Gemini. Hey, and so am I! =D
Wow. How much ass does all that suck?!?!?!?! I’m sending you and your friend and god-child positive healing vibes.
Oh! And congrats on the public compliment. Pretty cool to have it documented somewhere.
Congrats on the public compliment but I’m guessing you’d give it away if your friend’s baby could be healthy. We’ll throw some prayers their way. It’s amazing what doctors can do, my cousin’s wife delivered 2 of their babies at 26 weeks or earlier and they’re both doing very well now. But it’s scary, for sure, when you’re going through it.
Wow, what a great gift you are to those family and friends! All that and a screaming back and full moon, too. I used to be able to tell when it was a full moon - my husband could, too - by me! LOL Now I have fewer hormones and it’s still there but not so strong. What a deal with the Mayor, huh! Life is funny! Congrats on your success. 20 is big.
Delita
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