Monday, February 27, 2006
In the world of Sweet Potato Queens we have a phrase, dropping one's basket, for regular mortals this simply means at the end of one's rope. Yeah there is that whole tie a knot in it, but there are times when the end of said rope is so frayed it is a real possbility that the knot will not hold.
I find myself with my basket balanced on just a finger tip, swinging back and forth in the breeze, ready to drop. In sort I am so frustrated I can't see straight. I am always tired but have trouble sleeping. In addition to chronic daily headaches for 7 years and counting, I am afraid my stomach is rebelling. Its really no wonder with all the meds I take on a daily basis for pain control which is quickly becomming uncontrolable.
I am tired of taking more meds than any person should ever have to only to get 45 mins of just tolorable pain levels. Its not normal to go through a bottle of 100 count migrane medication in a week and a half, plus living on narcotics. No wonder my stomach is saying alright already its enough. Thing is I don't know what to do, where to turn. Surgery been there done that - now worse off. Anti siezure meds - yeah got that t-shirt.
Saturday, February 18, 2006
Nick hunny, I realize that Jess now makes more money than you do now and I can understand asking for spousal support. However, to ask for jewelry back that you gave as a gift - tres tacky darlin'.
I know your mama taught you better than that, a gift is a gift. Jess is not asking you for the $50,000 watch back or the sports car she gave you. Lick your wounds, put your career back together and move on sugar. In short be a man about this split.
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