In the eye of the shit storm
at the intersection of Oh Shit and What Next.
I don’t even know where to begin. The last couple weeks has just been .. fascinating with news. I keep starting a blog post, then some other development pops up. Basically, they boil down to two main issues, but as any time you have two issues, every other little bump in the road seems to be much bigger and irritaing then it should be.
First, I guess, is that I was diagnosed with MTHFR. A rare genetic blood clotting disorder. I don’t seem to be affected too badly, if I was, I would have had miscarriages and other troubles conceiving, aside from the idiotic marriage, pregnancies and resulting tubal when I was barely old enough to vote. It seems I’m just blessed with the ability for my blood to clot in the inside. Like, of my viens. In my legs. Awesome. So, after being off the fertility shots for a whole 6 weeks, I’m now taking daily shots of Lovenox. Lovenox is a blood thinner which makes you bruice. My growing belly looks like it’s been in a car accident even with all the icing and such that is suposed to keep the bruicing down.
My (AWESOME) vien Dr is worried that I’ve already started to clot in my left leg, so I’m off to get a Venus Doppler tomorrow. Aparently that’s some sort of ultrasound of your viens. Today – I’m in the midst of a 24 hour urine collection so they can compare the amount of creatinine in my blood as compared to my urine.
Yes. That means I have to pee in a jug and only in a jug for 24 hours. Have you ever been curious as to exactly how much urine you produce in a 24 hour period? Yeah. Me neither.
I also get to do two sets of blood tests (please oh please oh please may I not get te same girl I got last time) one on an empty stomach (yesterday), which let me tell you, not eating anything until 11am when you are 15 weeks pregnant simply distroys the rest of your day. I left and ate my banana and drank my juice and went straight to the grocery store where I bought fruit and gram crackers and chex party mix and falafel and (nearly a couple donuts) and some more juice and ate WAY to much of it and had a head ache the rest of the day from the resulting blood sugar rollar coaster. So Very Fun.
Also? Because of the resulting varicous viens? I get to wear support hose for the Rest Of My Pregnancy. Every day. If you have every had to wear these, you share my joy. They … suck. The are hard to get on. They are ugly. They are uncomforable. Yet? They take away the throbbing pain.
Second. And this is a fun one. Remember last summer on the same day we found out we were pregnant, the land lord stopped by to let us know he was thinking about moving back in. Maybe. We hadn’t heard anything, so we had figured he had, not for the first time, changed his mind.
A few notes about our rental situation. We rent a very large house with an amazing history from someone who lives on the other side of the country and over seas. We never deal with our landlord, but a series or lawyers. LL has never raised the rent (Yah!) or done ANY maintenance. Um. boo. We have lived here 20 years and for the most part, we take care of what ever we can on our own. There is however, some very horrible deferred maintenence that probably should have been taking care of before we even moved in. We sent requests for these things to be fixed and the responces have been every where between complete silence, and “well then, if you don’t like it, move” depending on which lawyer got the memo and what his mood was. For the most part, we just pay our rent and deduct any repairs and everyone ignores everyone else.
Every couple of years someone stops by to inspect or some such and there have been several threats that we need to move in the last couple years. Nothing ever comes of them. Hopefully that will be the same with the latest memo from them. On Monday, in the midst of my fun little health issue, we got a fed ex asking us to hand over the keys by the end of the month.
The end of this month.
As in, “We realize you’ve been there for 20 years, but if you could be out in TWO WEEKS, that would be grand.” There was also a little note that said that someone would be by to inspect the house in the next week or two. The note was dated August 30th, but not sent until the 12th of September. So… did they mean they would stop by in the week or two after they wrote the note… or after they finally sent it? Are they going to actually give us the legally mandated notice as to when they will be stopping by… or will they just stop by. And will it be the nice guys who actually knocks and seems to realize that the whole situation is ridiculous and is willing to discuss the situation or will it be the blowhard asshole who just tried to walk in and starts trying to bully us around.
And will DaddyO be here to deal with them… or will I be here alone and have to deal with it on my own?
We are actually getting ready to put an offer in on a house, but haven’t even started with the financing. The house also needs quite a bit of work done and we would of course, much rather get it done quickly, before we move in, then around all of our furniture and such. And part of the repairs involve lead paint and asbestose tiles so really, I would prefer they happen BEFORE we move in.
And either way. There is no way possible, even if we were to stop work and do nothing by move for the next two weeks, that we could move 20 years worth of stuff out of this house. Seriously. It’s 4000 square feet. There are things in the basement from nearly each and every of the 50 something roommates we’ve had over the last 20 years. It’s really and truly, swear to god, going to take MUCH longer then 2 weeks.
And? DaddyO is completely slammed at work and barely has time to take care of work things, let alone financing LET ALONE moving. (Don’t even ask about the time for the sex’ing) And? He just interviewed for a new job which he may have to turn down should they offer it to him simply because he doesn’t have time to start a new job.
Meh.
Finally. the current political situation is NOT helping anything.
Really. All I want is some stability in my life right now. And maybe a few less needles.
