Incoherent Ramblings of a Crazy Bitch

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UM, CAN WE HAVE A NEW DOCTOR? — January 8, 2015

UM, CAN WE HAVE A NEW DOCTOR?

One night a few years back I went to the ER with a friend. She had this really sore spot, maybe a cyst, at the bottom of her neck, near her chest. Also, she had quite a lot of pain in her lymph nodes under her arms. We are sitting in the room and the doc comes in and introduces himself to my friend then looks at me and says “Are you mom?” WHAT THE FUCK! I say, “Mom! I hope to hell not she’s 29. Jesus how old do I look!?!?!?!” So doc says “I’m really tired, I’m just tired.” And my friend giggles “Maybe I just look that young?” To which I respond, “What like 12?!” So then doc starts looking at my friend’s neck and feeling her lymph nodes.

He looks at her like she’s an idiot and says “Do you know what it is?” All confused she responds, “Uh, No, I was hoping that’s what you could tell me.” So then he says, “What do you want me to do?” At this point I realized we weren’t dealing with the brightest doctor known to man or maybe he hadn’t slept in like, a week. I decide to interject before my friend started crying. “Look she has had a cyst before from an ingrown hair that she didn’t have checked right away. She just wants to have this checked before it gets worse.” So he looks at her and says, without a hint of humor, “Well you’re not growing hair on your chest are you?”

At this point my friend looks at me as if, what the fuck is his deal. So I ask what about the lymph nodes. My friend tells doc how she knows someone in the medical field and that they told her that if there was an infection in the thing on her neck it could be draining and causing the pain in her lymph nodes under her arms. So this doctor, and I’m not shitting you, says “Hmm anatomy, I have to remember my anatomy lessons” At this point he takes the palm of his hand and starts slapping it against his forehead, over and over.  “Anatomy (slap), Anatomy (slap). Think anatomy (slap)”. My friend and I just keep looking at each other wondering what the hell was up this guy! Was he even a doctor????

Finally he writes her a prescription for an antibiotic and we go on our way. I told my friend I felt sorry if a true emergency came in if dude had to use his palm to try to jar a damn anatomy lesson loose. Wonder what the hell he’d have to do for a broken leg?

SHHHHH they’re coming for me — December 7, 2014

SHHHHH they’re coming for me

I know they are, I see them everywhere. No not the mental hospital you assholes, but damn spiders. Ever since I was little I’ve caught spiders as pets. Most people, as they get older, start killing the suckers. Well not me HAHA. I still catch the damn things for my kids. But see the problem here is I have a terrible, really terrible reaction to spider bites, I’m not kidding. I’ve been in the ER twice for bites.

Once several years ago a spider bit my ass while I was sleeping naked. Yes I said my ass. Could have been a lot worse but I didn’t know what had happened for a few days. I thought I had a pimple on my ass. But I itched so bad from the waste down. I couldn’t sleep, couldn’t sit, it was like a million pin pricks all over my body. I would take a damn hairbrush and scratch the crack of my ass till it bled, still no relief. Finally I went to the ER and they gave me a shot and some Benedryl. And now I have a scar on my ass from a spider bite. But did that stop me from catching them? Oh Hell no.

I was with Kathi one night and we saw this huge spider outside my apartment so I run and grab a container. Well the damn thing had a bunch of babies on it’s back (it was a wolf spider) and in the process I got bit on the finger. Off to the ER again.  And yet I did not stop.

My boys love spiders. So anyway I kept catching spiders and I have caught some HUGE spiders for my kids. But now, they’re coming for me. It started with a spider in the shower. Felt like I was in the movie Arachniphobia. Then I’m sleeping one night and I feel something on my face. I’m half sleep and I reach up to brush it and a spider fell on my arm so I flipped the damn thing to the floor. Creeped me out but yet I still didn’t understand. Not yet…

Well then last week I’m all snuggled in bed, watching tv, all the other lights off. And inches from my face there was a fricking spider dragging an EGG SACK! OH MY GOD! It was the most disgusting thing ever. What if I had been sleeping? What if it had gotten in my mouth!? What if in my sleep I had popped the egg sack and baby spiders swarmed everywhere!?! I jumped outa bed and the damn thing ran under my covers. In a frantic I tore the covers from the bed and it ran under the pillow. I threw the pillows and it ran down the side of the bed. So I pulled of the mattress and boxsprings and killed the damn thing. Then I had to pick the egg sack up and flush it (hoping like Hell none escaped). Talk about heebie jeebies. I couldn’t sleep till 5am. I just sat there and looked at my empty bed, wondering if there were any other spiders gonna get me while I was sleeping.

It took awhile but I finally got used to sleeping in my bed again. Then last night it happened. I was sitting in the chair by my bed, looked up, and on the ceiling above me was a spider. They’re coming for me, I know it…