The jerk I just tried to watch a movie with said to me, "so just because you're on your on your period does that mean we can't do other things?" During the movie. While no funny business is happening. So I paused it and started on about how I wasn't thinking past the movie. And he flips it on me and says did I say anything about tonight?
This turns into me being argumentative and him not being responsible for misconstruing his words to be what almost every man on the planet would mean in that situation. And he storms out, texts me and calls me toxic and not worth knowing.
I hate people who use that sort of legalistic bullshit in an argument. It's rude as hell to bring up a women's period like that. And then he made me feel like shit for overreacting. And I said oh, well how do you mean it...and he just ignores it and insults me. What. The. Fuck!!!!
How is it that my husband can lay down and be asleep immediately, but I lay down and spend hours thinking of everything I have to do and going over things a million times and before I know it hours have passed?
I posted a 3 page status update as a group announcement to FB. It was an emotional purge in an effort to be forthcoming with the real people in my life. None of them know what has happened in my life in the last year. I emotionally isolate. I included perhaps 20 people in this group. Friends and family. All these people know me. They know I don't communicate or engage via FB. They also know I don't talk about my life so they didn't really comment. It was quite raw. It generated maybe 7 little hearts. I guess I feel like I accomplished something. I
I got a job offer for a 24 hour a week job balancing driver receipts. Because I am under the DOL's mandate as a workers comp recipient they would not accept it, they would rate me 40 hours and I'd lose my benefits. There is no discussion, you were working full time when you got hurt 13 years ago and our quack said you can work 40 hours.
So that is a no go. My claims examiner is a bitch.They are supposed to answer all correspondence with in 36 hours, and it took me over 6 weeks to get a response. I wrote to the admin at SFO. I can't find out who her supervisor is because the damn phone system doesn't get you to an operator.
She denied me the right to change doctors, even though I told her the doc I was seeing would not take w/c patients anymore. The DOL wrote my old doc and the office told them what I had told them. I am still 2 weeks later, waiting for an approval for a new doctor. I am supposed to be guaranteed medical coverage on my injury (torn rotator cuff, torn biceps, 3 surgeries, and now I have degenerative joint disease as well as an inoperable tear in my tendon). The quack said I didn't need the last 2 surgeries and I was lying about the pain. He read the MRI's and said there was no damage. Well, why the hell did I have the biceps tenodesis and have to wear a sling for 6 weeks, and not pick up anything heavier than a toothpick? I didn't have the operations because I like pain. (I like the versed and propofol they give you to knock you out though, count back from 5 and you're out like a light.)
I also have 2 lumbar vertebrae that are bulging so sitting for more than a 1/2 hour means I have to get up and move around.
I am falling apart. Not to mention I tore a groin muscle when some asshole parked so close to me I had to go into my SuV through the passenger door and crawl over the center console with the shifter. No wonder football players are out for weeks with it. You just have to let it heal.
I took a muscle relaxer with my night time meds, didn't take the Klonopin, I don't mix those.
So I'm a little PUI tonight.
Thanks for letting me rant.