Jobs I’ve Had…And Probably Quit

Jobs I’ve Had…And Probably Quit

May as well start at the very beginning.  I started babysitting when I was 11, for the infant across the street.  It’s a bit freaky to think that infant is now 30.  I did a lot of babysitting in my teens and early twenties.  From kids across the street, to spending a week with an NBC ad exec’s kids while he and his wife went to the Olympics.  Their kids were great and all I had to do was make sure they got up for school, then I could go to work afterwards.  I made great money that week.  I think they paid me like $500.  Or maybe it was $300.  Anyway, it didn’t matter - they had nice kids, a great house and they lived closer than I did to my…
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More Doctor Fun – Admit It, You Just Can’t Get Enough

More Doctor Fun – Admit It, You Just Can’t Get Enough

After much reading, talking to my chiropractor a second time and talking to my brother (a chiropractor), it sounds pretty much like surgery is unavoidable. When you get two chiropractors saying, “Yeah, that’s pretty bad, I think you’ll need surgery”, that’s fairly definitive. Chiropractors very rarely want anyone to go the surgical route, if they can be helped any other way. So, I have a consult with an orthopedic surgeon on November 8th, the earliest appointment I could get. Next week, I have to go to his office for a twenty minute consult with someone on his staff. I guess to see if I’m worthy or something. Anyway, I’m hoping that maybe that consult can get my appointment with the doctor moved up. My hope for seeing the sports medicine…
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Answers On Monday?

Answers On Monday?

My doctor seems a tad, let’s say, concerned about the fact that I haven’t progressed with treatment. When I went to see him today, I asked him for a referral to an MD to get pain meds because this kind of constant pain is kind of wearing on me. I’ve had some pretty horrible back pain off and on over the past ten years or so, but it’s always gotten better after a couple of days. This time, every time I think it’s better, all I have to do is walk down the stairs to realize, it’s not going away. Tonight, I did feel a little better than last night, so I’m happy about that and a bit hopeful. Anyway, the chiro had a referral, but the MD won’t be…
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Ow, Ouch, Yeow, Ugh

Ow, Ouch, Yeow, Ugh

So, I went to the doctor today. My left leg is still weak, painful and occasionally numbish. It’s so weird, and so utterly ever present. The treatment hurts, although I’m going back again tomorrow. Such great fun. If I don’t get better after two weeks, he wants to order an MRI. But the weird thing was, he said he wanted to see me again tomorrow or Friday, but if he didn’t see me tomorrow, he’d call. Plus, he gave me his business card and said that number would reach him at any time. He didn’t do that last year when I went to see him with my sciatica. What, a weakening leg isn’t normal? ;) Anyway, all was not lost - afterwards, Leigh-Ann & I went to Cost Plus and…
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I’m Pretty Sure Jesus Doesn’t Want To Run You Over

I’m Pretty Sure Jesus Doesn’t Want To Run You Over

Oh sure, I could be wrong about that Jesus fellow, but I’m pretty sure he’s just like that guy at our local Barnes & Noble. Wears tie-dye, drives a VW van and sells books for a living. Not so much into the running people over or even being like Superman and stopping people from being run over...clearly I need to break some news to the Weaver family on The Amazing Race. When your father/husband is killed by being hit by a race car, then your mother is run over by a buggy on a reality show...it’s time to stop talking to Jesus. The poor Black family. They seemed so nice. I wanted to steal the little boys. The sisters SCREAM TOO MUCH, but I like ‘em. I also like the…
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Heh. Told you I didn’t care.

Heh. Told you I didn’t care.

And I found out today, for certain, that I really don’t. Today, I was googling Agramon because it’s my father’s last name, and when Jason and I are divorced, that is what I’ll change my last name to. No more SpanishhyphenRussian last name like when I was growing up. Of course, I will remain a Young if J. is opposed to changing the last names of our daughters along with mine, because the three of us will have the same last name. But if he’s ok with it, we will be Agramon family instead of the Young family. Anyway, I was googling it to see if there was any sort of accent over any of the letters, just to be sure that my birth certificate was correct. I kept getting…
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Is it Over Yet?

Is it Over Yet?

Today was the first day of the semester. I usually enjoy the holiday break thoroughly, but this one was an exception. While I won't say I'm glad to be back to school, I am glad that the break is over. Why's that, you ask? Two mornings before Christmas one of my best friend's lost her mother in a devastating house fire. When they called me at 5 AM all I could say was, "Oh, no." I couldn't sleep for the next several hours, and I couldn't have felt any worse for my friend and her family. I was unable to attend the funeral because the lovely airline couldn't change my fare for any less than 150% of the original cost of my ticket. As you already know from a previous…
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My Decision, Dammit.

My Decision, Dammit.

How romantic would it be to call myself a writer? It seems so much more supple an answer than ‘a mom’ or ‘a student’ or ‘a freeloading wise ass’. ‘Oh, I’m a writer’, said nonchalantly even though my insides would be fluttering about wildly as the words left my lips. I’m a very pessimistic person, and I don’t think that my writing is that good. Sometimes, I write something that I’m proud of here on this blog, and someone says I’m a great writer in the comments and my heart swells, but then I read another blog, an entry that to me is not very good, and the people in the comments are fawning over how wonderful of a writer that person is and it knocks me back down into…
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Tempestuous Love.

Tempestuous Love.

I rip out my heart and hand it to him. It’s pulsating and blanketed in pus, infected from all of the unhealed wounds inflicted upon it over the years. He stands with it cradled in his palms, cupping it tightly like de León would have water from The Fountain of Youth: determined not to let a drop spill. He watches it beat, brings it up to eye level and studies its languid rhythm, watching it steadily slow and become irregular. He smirks, turns his hands over and lets it fall to his feet where it lands with a resounding thud: the calcified torment in each vessel weighing it down. He lifts his foot and stares into my face, his naked heel hovering just over that crucial part of me. I…
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I’m Boycotting Blogging.

I’m Boycotting Blogging.

Not really. I’m just sick. Again. Some of you know that I’ve been pretty sick off and on for a few weeks now. No, it’s not serious. I’m slightly diabetic (hypoperglycemic) and I haven’t been taking care of myself or keeping tabs on my blood sugar levels. They are higher than they should be and have weakened my immune system quite a bit so I keep getting infections. I don’t feel like blogging. I don’t feel like reading. I don’t feel like doing anything but curling up into a little ball in bed and sleeping. I can’t do that though, because that type of luxury isn’t afforded to single mothers. Anyway, consider this an explanation for why I’m not posting or commenting for the next few days. I don’t feel…
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