Packing With A Plan: Rabbit Hole

My serenity collapses under the pressure of my husband Mr. Morpheous. His plans and needs to go specifically designed for optimum vacation enjoyment make me feel like wanting to wake up in my bed and believe whatever I want to believe a much better idea. I'm still sick, and boy I want something sharp and pointy right now. Go.go.go.

I guess I'll eat a green pill instead. Screw rabbit holes.

The View Twotablesnotime has of the Back Yard Realm

And yes, we're thinking of the Matrix movies here.  

Antibiotics and the possibility to Humanly Raise Bread and Pack for Vacation

Great.  Realization that I have to go visit the VooDoo doctor, pack for vacation and finish hacking up really disgusting chest chunks has no glamour.  Oh and by the way, I haven't smoked in a week.  Gained five pounds, but the bonus is no cigarettes.

I tried one this afternoon.  One puff and it tasted like crap.  I'm glad my brief cigarette fetish seems to be wearing itself out.

So I still haven't talked to my family.

I texted my best friend.

At least tethers are good for undercovers (literally) cop-outs.

Can I also say, freak out sesssion?  Pack for Hilton Head... One Day.  Gooody Gooooody.

Thank goodness for amazing cough syrup.

And my kid's butterfly farm is probably going to hatch while we're gone.  That stinks.

Thank goodness for grandma.

and the fishtank guy will take care of my tank while I'm gone.

Let's hope tomorrow I feel up and at them.

This drano antibiotic treatment really sucks.  Bring on the yogurt.  and Probiotics.

Nothing says romance at the beach like yeast.

But Hey, I can get a 'rise'out of something. ha.

Oh not so funny.

Back to my addiction of Netflix.

The Tudors reminded me of medieval Twitlet...only no vampires or werewolves....

So why not Grey's Anatomy.

Man, not watching TV for years has its plus side.

I wish Netflix had House.

Anyway

Asthma Allergies, Netflix Addiction or Simply Hiding?

Today I finally went to the doctor.  I had a great Mother's Day.. and it went downhill from there.  I didn't see my own Mom or call, because well, just being around her or the thought makes me anxious then and then I feel like vomiting.  It gets complicated.  I love my Mom, but .. and then the but ruins it.. and for me, sometimes not knowing is easier than rejection.. if that makes any sense whatsoever.

Anyway, I thought at first I was just tired because of guilt and depression that having my own life is a deadly sin, and fear of other lives clashing with my own lead me to be so tired.

Actually, I came down with a dire case of asthma and allergies that decided to settle in my chest.  Like I need more chest (ha ha).

Anyway, I'm effectively on Drain-o antibiotics and wish I could shower or take a bath, but I can't because the humidity would make me have an asthma attack... a downside to an already sucky condition... and this isn't like the movie Brokeback Mountain...I'm sick of cowboy bathing.

Anyway.. I've been watching www.netflix.com way too much... to the point of addiction.  Netflix opened the doors to catching up on lost television shows like Lost Girl and Dollhouse.  And then because they conveniently emailed me, I watched Season 2 of Borgia.  The fun didn't stop there, I managed to cram in entire seasons of Make it or Break it, Heartland and Dance Academy.  And I loved the original series Hemlock Grove.  Currently I'm trying to make the TV series The Tudors work for me..*cough* wheeze*

For laughs, at the doctor's office, he asks why I'm not using my nebulizer so much, and I told him that Albuterol makes my heart race and scares me.  He tells me I don't have to use a whole treatment at once.  I think he loves my visits due to the laughter.. I told him I used it like a 'hypothetical bong' and 'hit' it when I needed to breathe and when my heart raced, I put it down.

So there you have it... hypothetical bong, Netflix, a hellacious cold that almost landed me in the hospital and me letting the electronic tether (my phone) die...

Oh Sweet Jesus..

I think I just came out of the movie Ted or something.  I just need to substitute a rat for the Teddy Bear.

Anyway.  I know, way too many movie and TV references.

What a Thought

"Dating means hiding all your flaws.

A relationship means hiding your disappointments.

Marriage means hiding all your sins."

Delicious hypocrisy, is it not?

I forget where I heard this one, but wow the ramifications.

Babysitting Merry-Go-Round

I wonder if anyone else feels dizzy from jumping from one thing to another in maintaining relationships with people.  I find it hard escaping my electronic tethers which seem to bore themselves deeper into my personal life with each new advent of technology.  I love to hate my phone.  I feel like its an endless cycle of people to keep up with and instead of organizing my life, the phone makes it more chaotic.

First thing, family.  I love them.  I need them.  If I don't call constantly, I'm useless or better stated, a brick.

Then Facebook.  I loathe Facebook and the people that need ego strokes.

Then my email boxes.  I have to have Google for my android phone.  Two inboxes.  Miss a couple of days and its a nightmare.

Writing emails just stinks.

I love my blog, but with the above mentioned items hanging over me, getting to blog is a luxury.

Right now I have two huge people problems looming over me.  My mother and the friend that just flipped things to uncomfortable... and I don't know what to do.

Sometimes I find not knowing is better than the pressure of on the spot response.  *sigh*