So this week has been vacation time for Cy. We’d planned initially to go to Ohio but realized that with an overly hyper 2 year old it wasn’t a good idea, especially considering she’s very rough and doesn’t go to sleep until 3 or 4 am most of the nights we have her. Add that to our staying with a frail elderly lady and yeah… not good. So instead we’ve pretty much just lazed around. For the babys moms days off we didn’t have her, so the only days Cy really had to himself were Wednesday and Thursday.

Thursday was spent, in large part, at the doctors office. We finally managed to get me in… though it still was just with a nurse practitioner. This time though it was a different clinic all together. A place where people could actually tell their heads from their assholes. It was amazing to have someone sit there and listen to everything I had to say, write it all down, ask questions about it. She actually cared and knew what I was talking about. She got me to sign stuff so she could get my records from the last clinic and the hospital from where I had my ct scan last November.

Now let’s back up to last November. I had extreme vertigo and was sent from Primary Care to the ER to have a ct scan due to the vertigo and migraines. I was told that the test was clear. Let’s back up a few years now, to 2006. If you’ve known me since that time (or before of course) you’ll remember my being hospitalized for a migraine. The people in the ER did a ct scan and said that I’d had a stroke, hospitalized me, then someone else said my MRI was clear and I was fine.

Well um no. Turns out that even the ct scan from last November shows that I did in fact have a stroke a few years ago. This is terrifying. Also terrifying is the fact that my heart rate when I was first called back was 88, and half an hour later after sitting still it was still 87. My bp was high but not as high as it’s been in the past, and she said that my records from Primary Care had shown that my blood pressure was always high. I told her that I’d gone to them for it just to be told there was no issue. I wish I could sue for malpractice, I swear. Every single time I went to that place over the past year was a waste, and to say I went often would be an understatement.

The diagnosis for Fibromyalgia was confirmed though, so that’s one thing the other place got right. She asked what they’d done to help with that and then tried something completely different. Basically I came out of there with three prescriptions, each costing $4 because she actually tried to find something I could afford since I have no insurance… another first. She also sat down with us and explained what each medication did and why she wanted me to try it. I’m supposed go back in two weeks for a progress check. At this point though I’m already not sure I’m going to be able to stay on one of the anti-depressants… it makes me feel weird and I’m excessively irritable. Two medications were anti-depressants, supposed to help Fibromyalgia and migraines, and the other was for my heart and blood pressure.

In totally unrelated news though I have a kitten now, finally. He’s almost solid black with just a few white hairs here and there, extra soft, and extra clingy. He makes me very happy. We named him Gizmo.

Oops. I never meant for it to be nearly a month before I posted again. As usual things just sort of exploded after a time of relative calm.

A very important person to me passed away last week. Growing up he was always one of those people I knew was always there. He was responsible for giving me a place to live and making sure that place was habitable (electricity and such) for quite some time, and offered me a place to stay each summer when I’d go back up to Ohio. Because of all the crap with my sister I had to miss my cousins wedding, which would have been the last time I’d have gotten to see him. Seeing the pictures, though, is heart warming because he looked happier walking her down the isle than I’d ever seen him.

There was no way I was going to miss the funeral, and there was no way Cy was going to let me miss it. He already had Saturday and Sunday off so he told the store manager what was going on and she let him take Friday off as well. We left early that morning and got to my aunts house just after 2pm. We didn’t even change – dad hopped in our car and we went straight to the funeral home. It was amazing seeing the people I’ve missed so much again, though I wish the circumstances had been different and that Cy had gotten to meet my Uncle Croal.

I know the whole thing was nerve-wracking to him. He adored everyone he met but this was the first time he’d met any of them. I was the only person he knew, period, and there were quite a few people around. As far as I know though everyone adored him as well. Who couldn’t?

After the funeral we got to hang out with my cousin and her new husband for a while. I adore him. We also managed to get in a visit with Angela and her new hubby, Bill. We met up at Summit Mall and ate some amazing food. I didn’t want to leave. It was great getting to see her and meeting Bill. There was this feeling of having known them both forever. Really I wasn’t even nervous on our drive to meet them… my social anxiety left me alone.

After we got back our sewage sploded. It was horrible. Water’s not supposed to come up into the toilet from the line, ya know? Disgusting too is having it floating in your yard. Yeah. I ended up passing out from stress the night before last. Yay panic attacks. Something somewhere has to give… really.

Gah. 20 days with no update. Oops.

Let’s see… there’s been more drama with my sister. We found things of mine that were packed to bring with me when I moved in her things at her place… things that I know for a fact I’d put in boxes, so she’d gone through my things and gotten out what she wanted. She burned some things that she took as well, so who knows what I’ll never be able to find. They’re getting her on a few drug related charges and I guess are investigating for some others. I’d not be surprised to see her go down for attempted murder. There’s evidence of her having stolen from people as well – we found a wallet when we were looking for my grinder so yeah. That’s been turned into the police.

My brother in law is out of one hospital and into another. He’s been placed in a psychiatric center until a bed at a rehabilitation place in Lexington opens up. He doesn’t know who his children are most of the time and just isn’t acting like himself, so hopefully they’ll get him lined out. It’s heartbreaking. There’s speculation that he didn’t take the drugs himself… and yeah she let him lay there for at least a couple of hours after the overdose with foam coming out of his mouth and him having trouble breathing.

Yay family.

Because I had her purse on me I was told that I couldn’t leave the area, so I had to pull out of my cousins wedding. Being stuck with that crap and not knowing it was bad enough, but to have to cancel the plans was just the icing on the turd cake. Of course I ended up being released from that this week, but it’s too little too late. Bleh.

Things with Cys mom have been a lot better, and we’re loving our new car so that meddling was actually good. He had a long talk about my car with her and it’s still sitting in the yard not running with grass and weeds all over it from lawn work. I figure that they’ll probably take it in my bankruptcy filing thinger, even though it’s not running, and I really don’t care. It would help me out if they did by getting rid of it for me.

I’ve been pushing myself to be more social outside of the house. For years a friend of mine has been saying that we should do something and we finally did last night. Cy got me after he got off work and we met Amanda and her husband Eli at El Azul’s in Hazard for dinner. Next week I’m going to try to do a cookout thinger with another Amanda, taking Kassidy with us so she can play with her little girl. In good news too I’m getting along really well with Cys ex, yet another Amanda, so that’s had me pretty happy. Even better than that is Cy is finally getting along really well with her again. He said he’s genuinely been able to forgive her for everything, and it’s because of me >.> I dunno how I managed to pull that off, but I’m glad. Our getting along is best for Kassidy and really best for all of us.

I’ll try to update more frequently – my lawyer could take up an entry all by himself. I’ll also try to get back into that comment returning habit. Right now I’m just far to frazzled to really do it any justice (or at all) so please forgive me – I’m not intending to be rude.

Thank you for all the support regarding everything that’s been going on.