I feel better? I felt better. I briefly felt better about feeling worse but now there has been a tornado, a wrecker. Nothing we can't recover from and for the love of God we've been through it so many times you'd think YOU'D THINK I could just keep stepping, right in time.
I can't even have normal conversations with people anymore. How do you ascend or descend or transcend whatever situation you're in and explain that you lost salt, pepper, and oil, and in not feeding those to Sasha you somehow made her have a lovely new breakout/psychofest complete with two days of migraine so far? It's not so bad we lost all the foodstores for winter or anything, but I did lose some stuff and losing ANY stuff pisses me off bad. Some stuff is possibly, probably salvageable but it will need to be salvaged, of course while scrambling and praying that I can:
1. Find the source of the original problem causing a very minor breakout and behaviorfest.
2. Acquire food that does NOT bring back the bigger breakout/psychofest.
3. Make new safe salt once my blocks arrive tomorrow without extending the migraine to day 5.
It's tempting to just say, "holy shit, we're fucked." Is the room a little spinny, in here, to you? I'm missing a funeral this weekend. Kind of a bummer. She was a mentor and a friend, and we used to be very, very close. Also the girls' dad is hounding me for information and I finally got around to telling him tonight that I was a tad busy so maybe he could complete the One Job he had with regard to said information. Is it warm in here, a little bit? I need to do some paperwork to get refunded money from insurance assholes, and they even sent me extra copies in case I mess it up, but considering the amount of meds I'm on and my track record with screwing up paperwork while having to think clearly with 25 shit-tons of life-threatening things to take care of, I'm not sure right now is a good time to do it.
I think we caught a break though. I don't think the beans are what gave Sasha the new bigger breakout-psycho-migrainefest. And they're definitely not what caused the original minor breakout-behaviorfest. Bonus, she'll eat those plain as poop 'till the cows dress for school and THEN come home. FINGERS CROSSED EVERYONE, I WANT EVERYONE'S FINGERS CROSSED RIGHT EFFING NOW!!!
I just, I don't care who wins any elections because no one will touch what's wrong with the food, which is the root of so many of our problems, health and healthcare being one of the biggest. No one cares about the truth. And some year when my family isn't dying, I'll do my research and decide who sucks less. I have absolutely beyond zero research to spare. I have to have a lesser migraine to make salt tomorrow, I must try not to kill Sasha with it, and in my spare time I've really gotta keep Emily alive. I vote schools stop doing food-centric activities OMGalready...#effingholidayseason
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