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Thirteen Things about just making it up

WordPress hates me and ate my post again, this time the 13 good things about not having air conditioning*, which I wrote to make me feel better as the sweat trickles down … well, you know.

1. My feet never get cold.
2. I never miss the smell of fresh air.
3. I get to sleep in the warm air with the fan blowing on me, which I love, without J complaining that it is inefficient to open the windows at night and let out all the canned air, as I do when our air conditioning works.”
4. I’m saving money.
5. I can feel virtuous about using less energy as well.
6. I have an excuse not to cook, as it will heat up the kitchen too much.
7. When it gets really hot, I can use it as an excuse not to do any housework at all.
8. It is also a good excuse for ice cream. (Like I need an excuse!)
9. The kids have no reason to hide out inside and so they go out and play in the little backyard pool instead.
10. When it gets really bad, I have to take them to the water park, where I cannot work and am forced to just read a book instead.
11. It’s good for getting sympathy from friends.
12. Sometimes that sympathy translates into invitations to their house and occasionally, a pool is involved (although that has yet to happen this year).
13. The last time I wrote this out, I had 13 things. Stupid WordPress. When I remember what the last one was, I’ll stick it in here, I swear.

It did it again! It ate the whole thing! But this time, I was smart and I copied it first! Ha! Take that, Worpress!
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It wasn’t as humid yesterday, and is even better today, and I could even breath properly most of the time, but it is still a little too hot for my liking. Lots of sweating.

Poor Jasper is suffering way worse than me, though, with that big fur coat. I got ready to pick up the kids from school the other day and prepared to bring him along as I always do when they are all at school (Boo is only their full days for two days). He was all excited and waited at the door wagging his tail. I put the leash on him, opened the door, went out and waited for him to follow and he stopped dead at the doorway. I’m so glad I made the appointment last week to get him buzzed, even if he will look like a doggy dork. He’ll be more comfortable. (Yes, of course I’ll post pictures.)

So soon, no more hot dog. He’s at the groomers right now.

He was not impressed that I was leaving him there, even though there were two nice people patting him and telling him how lovely he is, and started to cry as I left. I swear, I felt almost as badly as I did when I first left my kids at daycare.


Way back in the beginning of this blog, in the bloggy stone age, I wrote about chronic pain and painkillers. I explained why I took them and how the addiction scenario portrayed in the TV show House is unrealistic. I was all pro-drugs. Now I’ve decided I have to quit taking them. And it is going to suck.

My biggest problem is that my body gets used to the amount of meds I’m taking pretty quickly (and it seems to be speeding up as time passes), which means I have to take more and more for any effect. That is annoying – I imagine myself having to swallow 20 pills per dose someday, which is stupid.

Also stupid is that as my body becomes more used to the drugs, the more I experience withdrawal symptoms if I don’t take the pills. Withdrawal doesn’t automatically equal addiction, by the way. Plenty of drugs produce dependence, like all anti-depressants, and the fact that your body gets used to them and then feels badly when they are removed is very common. That’s all well and good, but what it comes down to is the same thing – I have to take the pills or I start feeling like crap, crap that has nothing to do with the FMS. I don’t like being tied down that way and that, plus the lessening efficacy, means it is time to toss them.

Easier said than done, unfortunately. It’s going to hurt. You know all those bad 70’s cop shows when the junkie is picked up all sweaty and shaking and promised to spill everything he knows for a fix, because he’s ‘hurting bad’? It’s pretty accurate. It does hurt and sweating and chills can be involved, if you go cold turkey. I do not plan to go cold turkey, but it is still going to hurt.

Fortunately, J is very supportive, because I am about to become even less useful than I already am, and that’s pretty darn useless.

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but not in the good way.

I think as long as this hideous heat wave continues, I will have to use ‘hot’ in the title.

I used to love hot and humid weather and now I hate it. Two reasons, I think. One, it is hotter more than it used to be – the world is going to hell in a hand-basket – and two, I am no longer a student whose job it is to sit around and read or write. As long as I don’t move, I’m fine, but my children complain when I never move, and groceries don’t get done and laundry piles up.

Worse, now when it is really humid, I have trouble breathing. This started a couple of years ago and earned me a battery of tests (its always something – have I mentioned that?) and the conclusion is: it doesn’t exist. They can find nothing. Once, I had it for a couple of days and my brother, who managed a medical clinic, became completely freaked out and begged me to let him take me to the ER to be double-checked. He managed to make me a little nervous so I finally agreed. I hadn’t been nervous up to that point, as we were going on the assumption that it was a little asthma thing.

When I finally saw a doctor, he told me that it was anxiety. He asked me no questions, but when the asthma test came back negative, he leapt quickly to that conclusion. I said, with no sarcasm intended at all, “Really? I didn’t know you could have an anxiety attack if you weren’t anxious about anything.” But hey, he’s the doc. He gave me Ativan. Ever taken that? It makes everything fine. I liked it. Unfortunately, the breathing thing didn’t improve one bit.

My brother and I chatted about how ironic it was that when he was feeling all anxious about life, he went to the doctor and the doctor basically told him to suck it up and be a man, but when I went to the doctor with an actual physical problem, they just wrote it off as anxiety and sent me home. The fact that the Ativan had no effect didn’t change his opinion at all.

That is the good thing about blogs – you can just ramble on about shit and no one can say, “You told us that story before!” Well, you can, but in this case I haven’t.

So my point is, hot and humid sucks. Cold and frigid sucks to. Why am I living here?

Did I mention our air conditioning is broken?

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