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I suppose this could be thought of as a diary of sorts, but I promise to try to make it fun for who ever stumbles upon it too. I'll write about pop culture, TV, and the endless struggle that is my life.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://colormesarcastic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://colormesarcastic.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666761951582990041/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13512683539845036298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd_9rsjGuu4/S2_V6aDqiTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xehv1Z7I3zE/S220/lilredme.bmp" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>145</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ColorMeSarcastic" /><feedburner:info uri="colormesarcastic" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cDRXs-cCp7ImA9WhRUFEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666761951582990041.post-1394993365487424396</id><published>2012-01-25T03:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T03:44:34.558-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-25T03:44:34.558-05:00</app:edited><title>good...then bad</title><content type="html">Well, it was just last night that I was thinking I should come on and give myself an update.&amp;nbsp; Just so there won't be any huge gaps for future reading.&amp;nbsp; I've been doing really well.&amp;nbsp; Only a few rubber band smacks to myself.&amp;nbsp; I had the weekend (fri, sat, and sun) off work this past weekend.&amp;nbsp; The first time I've had a complete weekend off since June when I started.&amp;nbsp; I usually work every Sat and Sun.&amp;nbsp; Have had 1 Sat, 1 Sun off in 6 months and they weren't together.&amp;nbsp; It was GREAT.&amp;nbsp; Adam didn't come so I just got to relax and be.&amp;nbsp; That being said I was bored out of my mind most of the time, but I got much needed physical and mental rest.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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It started again last night.&amp;nbsp; I'm laying in bed tossing and turning with this huge pit in my stomach.&amp;nbsp; I only slept a couple hours total.&amp;nbsp; It was one of those fall asleep and then wake up wide awake 30 minutes later then it would take me an hour to go to sleep again.&amp;nbsp; I cried all the way to work today and couldn't stop when I got there :( I cried for 10 minutes after I got there.&amp;nbsp; So&amp;nbsp;work was ok, went better than a lot of days I have, mood wise anyhow.&amp;nbsp; I was EXHAUSTED, got off at 8. Mom picked me up, we went to get something to eat and by the grocery store.&amp;nbsp; I ate, watched a little tv, took my bath around 12:30, and layed down.&amp;nbsp; It's 3:34 am, I am so tired, I've been crying again, and I can't go to sleep.&amp;nbsp; Everytime I try I get that feeling in my stomach and just lay and stare and worry and cry.&amp;nbsp; I am driving myself insane.&amp;nbsp; I just popped myself twice, cuz I thought about killing myself.&amp;nbsp; I know I'm going to have to answer for all this one day, and what am I going to tell Him?&amp;nbsp; Well, now I have something new to worry about.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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I was ok a little bit ago and when I layed down my phone and closed my eyes I started thinking about, Mom is going to die, not right now but one day it's going to happen and I'll have to live the rest of my life without her.&amp;nbsp; I'm crying again.&amp;nbsp; I cannot imagine life without her in it.&amp;nbsp; She is literally the glue that holds me together, as together as I am.&amp;nbsp; Just out of the blue I start thinking about that and crying.&amp;nbsp; WTF???&lt;br /&gt;
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GOD PLEASE HELP ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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So when I woke up today I did what I always do, made coffee and went straight to the computer.&amp;nbsp; I still haven't heard anything about the job I'm waiting on, so I thought it would be a good idea to look for jobs.&amp;nbsp; I found a few to apply for, none that I think I'll get.&amp;nbsp; So, another idea I have going is after finding a&amp;nbsp;new job to pay my bills, to go back to school and get a coding certificate.&amp;nbsp; Now, why I thought that process would be easy, considering everything else in life, is beyond&amp;nbsp; me.&amp;nbsp; I don't think my school offers it at all.&amp;nbsp; I found one through Forsyth Tech that is all online and that is do able, but it's starting soon and I have no money to pay for it.&amp;nbsp; While I went there get this, Mom's last check comes this week.&amp;nbsp; A man comes knocking on the door this morning and I found out she hasn't paid the building payment in months, the payment is $60 something and she owes $300, do the math.&amp;nbsp; WHAT THE FUCK!!!&amp;nbsp; She told him she would pay him when her check comes.&amp;nbsp; The check that is supposed to pay my car payment, insurance, cable bill, and get our computers out of the pawn shop, and mind you, the last one we will get so who in the FUCK knows how I'm going to pay it next month.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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I've been doing really well but, I have rubber band welts today.&lt;br /&gt;
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Mom gave me a rubber band to put on my wrist.&amp;nbsp; I'm supposed to pop myself when I have bad thoughts.&amp;nbsp; Lets just say I'm surprised I don't have welts since I've been popping the shit out of myself all evening.&amp;nbsp; God help me.&lt;br /&gt;
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She is trying so hard to make me happy.&amp;nbsp; I love her so much.&amp;nbsp; Now she doesn't ever want to leave me alone.&amp;nbsp; She was up from Monday afternoon til this afternoon.&amp;nbsp; I know a part of that was from worrying about me.&amp;nbsp; After being up all that time, she told me last evening that there is hardly ever anything on TV that we both like and could watch together and she didn't want to go to sleep and miss that.&amp;nbsp; I told her," I know what you are doing and I promise I'm OK.&amp;nbsp; This is why I didn't tell you."&amp;nbsp; I hate that she worries about me so.&amp;nbsp; I worked this morning from 8-12 and God knows I'm not a morning person.&amp;nbsp; When I came home from work,&amp;nbsp;Mom and I went out for a while.&amp;nbsp; She was able to get her Xanax filled finally.&amp;nbsp;We took Adam's Chaps vest back to Belk, and went&amp;nbsp;to the library and then&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;it was just POURING down rain.&amp;nbsp; We were supposed to go to Walmart and grocery shopping, but I was soaking wet by the time we left Belk so we got some lunch and came back home.&amp;nbsp; Mom took a Xanax and drank a cocktail and went to sleep.&amp;nbsp; So I cleaned my room, ate, and took a nap.&amp;nbsp; I woke up during my little nap 3 times, and the last time the pit in my stomach was so big I couldn't shake it enough to go back to sleep.&amp;nbsp; I had this dream that 3 guys I interviewed with (not really) came in the store on their way to work and I found out they had all gotten a job and they never called me.&amp;nbsp; I am FREAKING out.&amp;nbsp; When I was trying for Dell it was the same way.&amp;nbsp; Dell dragged the crap on for 3 months.&amp;nbsp; I put in my app and got the first correspondence from them in October.&amp;nbsp; They offered me a job in January.&amp;nbsp; This has only been a month, but their is SO much riding on this.&amp;nbsp; I feel like in my head I already have the job.&amp;nbsp; They haven't called Julie yet but it's only Wednesday.&amp;nbsp; I contacted all 3 people that I used for references and I'm sure they will let me know.&amp;nbsp; If no one else I know Julie will.&amp;nbsp; I told her this morning to let me know if they called.&amp;nbsp; Anywho, my nerves are shot.&amp;nbsp; I am so stressed.&amp;nbsp; There is the fact that I need this job so much for the money, I'm scared of going back to (essentially) the job I walked away from that started my downward spiral, I'm scared to go to a new place and learn all that stuff, and I'm still ,every day, trying to block out the fact I went to college so I wouldn't have to go back to work in a factory.&amp;nbsp; God help me I am a lunatic.&amp;nbsp; I want to take a Xanax so bad I could scream but I'm afraid as soon as I take it I'll get the call to take a drug test.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I never went back on the pill and never practiced any other form of birth control.&amp;nbsp; I had boyfriends that I tried with and nothing ever happened.&amp;nbsp; After a particularly long dry spell I started looking in to artificial insemiantion.&amp;nbsp; Yep, sperm bank.&amp;nbsp; I found a place that delivered to your door and you took care of it yourself.&amp;nbsp; That was&amp;nbsp; unsuccessful.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I met a man that was all about helping me.&amp;nbsp; He turned into a huge part of my life and we tried and were unsuccessful.&amp;nbsp; He was the father of 7, yes I said 7, girls.&amp;nbsp; Now 8, as he and his new&amp;nbsp;wife were blessed with his first boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DpyeizlzBdI/TrDiIzUWYBI/AAAAAAAAALo/KWrGWD5dlHM/s1600/baby+fairy.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; height: 341px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; width: 286px;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DpyeizlzBdI/TrDiIzUWYBI/AAAAAAAAALo/KWrGWD5dlHM/s320/baby+fairy.gif" width="286" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I went to see a Reproductive Endocrinologist who said he could help me.&amp;nbsp; He talked me through the process and the fact that I've had a regular period every month since I was 9 was an indicator to him that I was ok.&amp;nbsp; We would do testing, but he didnt see a problem.&amp;nbsp; I started saving up for it.&amp;nbsp;It would take me a long time to save money.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Meanwhile life is going on.&amp;nbsp; I hurt my back on my job and started having many problems that stemmed from it.&amp;nbsp; I was having so much pelvic pain my Dr did exploratory laparascopy and found that I had endometriosis in small bits.&amp;nbsp; I won't go into details but it can make pregnancy a challenge.&amp;nbsp; So I'm dealing with all this back pain and trying to find a solution for it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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This is about the time my mother is diagnosed with cancer.&amp;nbsp; Thank God that by his grace she got through, but my part isn't over yet.&amp;nbsp; I tested positive for the gene that causes breast and ovarian cancer.&amp;nbsp; They immediately started talking to me about surgeries.&amp;nbsp; I was hesitant for a while, but I was in so much pain already from endometriosis and I'm nearing 40 years of age I thought at least I won't be pining away all the time trying to figure out a way to have a baby.&amp;nbsp; I won't have to wonder anymore.&amp;nbsp; So I had a bilateral hysterectomy, which is complete and no chance any cancer can grow there, everything is gone, along with my lifelong dream of being a mother.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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A year later I was put in a situation to have access to medical records.&amp;nbsp; I looked up the operative report and pathology findings from my surgery.&amp;nbsp; I found several problems,&amp;nbsp;a growth on an ovary,among other things,&amp;nbsp;and the actual lining of my uterus was not quite right.&amp;nbsp;My uterus was also retroverted which meant&amp;nbsp;it tilted back in the wrong direction.&amp;nbsp; Some of these problems should have been visible during laparascopy and ultrasounds, but I was never told.&amp;nbsp; All those years I had been trying and who knows if those issues had been addressed what would have happened.&amp;nbsp; It helps to get that all out.&amp;nbsp; I don't talk about it much because I cry, I started earlier and I know that my Mom doesn't want to hear all that again.&amp;nbsp; I'm so glad to have a place all my own to come to when no one cares and I feel like my heart is being ripped from my chest.&amp;nbsp; Ok...I'm crying again need to go find something to take my mind off.&lt;br /&gt;
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border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;So, this shall be a night of the insomnia inducing restless leg, or in my case foot.&amp;nbsp; I have many tales of restless leg, but the one that happened last year is the most interesting.&amp;nbsp; I developed restless leg over a period of years.&amp;nbsp; It gradually got worse and worse as time went on.&amp;nbsp; Finally about 2 years ago it was almost constant.&amp;nbsp; Whenever I was still my foot would start tingling.&amp;nbsp; It feels like someone is tickling the bottom of my foot.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/foot%20gifs/bethreis/Animais-Gifs/7nbunny_thumping_foot_md_clr.gif?o=35" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; height: 130px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; width: 104px;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff218/bethreis/Animais-Gifs/7nbunny_thumping_foot_md_clr.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You have to eventually start kicking your foot when it becomes unbearable.&amp;nbsp; I was put on a drug called Requip and then Ambien for sleeping.&amp;nbsp; All was good at first, as I built up tolerance to Requip I was taking the pills several times a day and at night.&amp;nbsp; Then I lost my health insurance, Requip cost $125 for 30 pills.&amp;nbsp; So when I ran out of pills I had to go cold turkey.&amp;nbsp; I was awake for 4 days.&amp;nbsp; Sleep deprivation does strange things.&amp;nbsp; I spent hours on the computer researching and eventually found my truth.&amp;nbsp; My problem started when I was put on Paxil for anxiety disorder.&amp;nbsp; Then when I started having problems with Paxil I was switched to Zoloft and it got WAY worse.&amp;nbsp; I had no idea of any of this until it happened to me.&amp;nbsp; I also read that withdrawal from Requip was likened to that of Heroin.&amp;nbsp; I can attest to that because I remember sitting on my bed finding this stuff on the computer and I was talking to two other people that weren't really there.&amp;nbsp; I can't explain it.&amp;nbsp; I knew they weren't there, and every once in a while I'd think stop it, but it kept going.&amp;nbsp; I also saw people in the house.&amp;nbsp; I almost had a nervous breakdown.&amp;nbsp; I was to the point of discussing with my Mom if I should go to a hospital.&amp;nbsp; Thank God for her.&amp;nbsp; I danced on the edge of a nervous breakdown once before when I was around 25, and I think I came closer last year than the time before.&amp;nbsp; I mean I was seeing and talking to other people, and when I say that I mean they were talking back.&amp;nbsp; It was so scary, I was tiptoeing on the edge of a mental break.&amp;nbsp; I still don't have health insurance and can't pay for medication, but I decided having panic attacks from time to time and being very high-strung and nervous is better than going through all the side effects of the meds.&amp;nbsp; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Now saying all that, I don't know if I have some kind of residual damage or this is just a nervous system thing, but I still get the restless leg once in a blue moon if I'm extremely stressed, nervous, excited, or there is some other unusual stimulation.&amp;nbsp; This is the first time I have experienced this in at least a few months.&amp;nbsp; My CTR certification test is next Friday.&amp;nbsp; I just realized today it's next week.&amp;nbsp; I still thought I had another week and I'm almost sure I'm going to fail it.&amp;nbsp; I haven't studied hardly at all, so I have set myself up to fail.&amp;nbsp; That's a whole other ball of yarn.&amp;nbsp; Weirdly though I drank 2 cans of Coke tonight and I feel like it might be all that caffeine.&amp;nbsp; I have been having LOTS of kidney stone problems so I've been off Soda for a while.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;It feels like it has stopped.&amp;nbsp; I'm going to lay down again.&amp;nbsp; Thank God I don't have to work today.&amp;nbsp; It usually starts as soon as I lay down and get comfortable again.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Then we are sent into the live taped portion.&amp;nbsp; The Jackie and Ames situation was heartbreaking.&amp;nbsp; She was real and raw.&amp;nbsp; He wouldn't even look at her, and couldn't give a valid reason that he basically dumped her.&amp;nbsp; You got to wonder what is going on with him.&amp;nbsp; I guess after they got out of the 'Pad' bubble the spell was broken.&amp;nbsp; Remember he was rebounding from Ashley.&amp;nbsp; I like everything that Kasey said and his apology for being a total DOUCHE was well received.&amp;nbsp; I would like to think it was sincere, but the whole season he said everything, that everyone wanted to hear and was lying the whole time.&amp;nbsp; So why should we believe him now.&amp;nbsp; The only thing that makes me believe it is, Vienna looked PISSED the whole time he was saying that stuff and apologizing to Jake.&amp;nbsp; I'm inclined to believe it because of that only.&lt;br /&gt;
How about Holly and Blake?&amp;nbsp; I suppose it's wonderful that people found love, but when it comes at the expense of someone else, is it a good love?&amp;nbsp; I think the engagement is WAY soon.&amp;nbsp; Who knows though?&amp;nbsp; They seem genuinely in love.&amp;nbsp; The whole thing with Michael though.&amp;nbsp; He was hurt and seemed like it was all he could do not to fall apart.&amp;nbsp; He breaks my heart.&amp;nbsp; I want him to be the Bachelor.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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I really thought all along that Graham and Michelle would win.&amp;nbsp; Money-Graham so cute!&amp;nbsp; I was wrong though.&amp;nbsp; Michael and Holly won and then made the choice to share the money, OF COURSE!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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The new Bachelor was unveiled and just as reported it is Ben Flajnik.&amp;nbsp; He wasn't one of my favs.&amp;nbsp; I thought Ames would make a good one, and I think that may be one reason he and Jackie didn't work out.&amp;nbsp; He was in the running to be the Bachelor.&amp;nbsp; Ames is so unique it would have been a very interesting season to say the least.&amp;nbsp; That's all from this franchise until the premiere of Ben's Bachelor on 1/02/12.&lt;br /&gt;
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I know it was ABC and this is the view I remember so I suppose it's the same footage just a different station. I ran upstairs crying to my Mom. I was hysterical, as was the nation. I watched for hours while the towers burned and eventually fell. &lt;br /&gt;
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This is the day that changed everything. This is the day that our security was taken away. I heard it said on tv that this was the day our nation lost it's innocence. My Mom compared it to like when our house got broken into. He stole our security. Click &lt;a href="http://colormesarcastic.blogspot.com/2011/09/fear-and-loathing-in-lexington.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; to read about that. I'm proud of how our nation came together to mourn. Every year it takes me back to that moment when I felt like the world was ending. Every time I eat an Egg McMuffin at home I think about it, and I'm not kidding. Our lives are forever changed because of hate. I know those people believe they were serving their God, but God is about love and peace. No matter your religion or culture, God is love. &lt;br /&gt;
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God bless all the souls that were lost that day and their families who have had to live on without them. &lt;br /&gt;
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Well there is finally a light at the end of the tunnel.&amp;nbsp; A new lady is starting today and I start training another new guy on Friday night.&amp;nbsp; I have to work Fri and Sat 3rd shift, which sucks, but the sooner they are trained the sooner my being scared of going to work is over :).&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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This morning I was so bouncy and happy people were commenting about it.&amp;nbsp; It's my day off after 2 days of 2nd and 2 days of 3rd (I had this past Friday off but to me that doesn't really count because I worked Thursday night on 3rd. Technically I had 24 hours off, but it just doesn't feel like a day off. When you leave at &amp;nbsp;am and that's when your day off starts.&amp;nbsp; I still worked some of Friday and have to go back on Saturday.&amp;nbsp; Anyway, I thought when I got off this morning I would work 2nd tomorrow and then be off Friday, finally another REAL day&amp;nbsp;off.&amp;nbsp; Right before I left, my manager talked to me about training the new guy that will take over 3rd shift on the weekend.&amp;nbsp; I am not thrilled about it, but really have no choice.&amp;nbsp; So there goes my weekend, and only day with boy.&amp;nbsp; He's going to be upset and I don't like it because the only thing I look forward to is Friday with my boy.&amp;nbsp; She told me I could have next Friday, then I know I'll have the next one&amp;nbsp;to because I asked off for my credential exam.&amp;nbsp; That day off I am NOT looking forward to.&lt;br /&gt;
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