I haved moved up to malignancy. My immune system's upping the ante now. The doc says it IS because of my sutoimmune crap. She says it's not worth a hysterectomy yet, but I'm having a minor surgery and Cody is NOT taking this well, tonight marks a month since his mom died a horrible death from cancer. And my mom's not speaking to me at the moment because I had to tell her 2 days ago that she's not allowed to take the baby overnight because she's had 3 strokes and she's already caused Bailey's first 911 call. I told her that neither of Cody's parents were allowed to take her, either, but it's like it's a personal thing between her and my dad. my dad is the ONLY (out of like 6) grandparent who gets to take Bailey, (he raised SIX of us without incident, and he plays Santa every year) and my mom's got a 100-lb dog who attacks people for their lunch and let my daughter play around the antifreeze and eat a can of axle grease when we trusted her for 5 minutes. "It's not rocket surgery" -Boondock Saints II
[*bleep*].
I haven't told my sibs yet. One sister just called and left a worrisome message on my phone two days ago saying she had "a cancer question" and she hasn't returned my call yet and i'm FREAKING out, and isn't the timing just lovely, the day before Yule?
Full moon, and a lunar eclipse tomorrow, on Yule, I need to bundle up and be outside tomorrow night. our 15 inches of snow melted super quick but i can find a shady spot and feel super wintery in a patch of it.
My body is now officially suicidal. lol.
And yes i'm slightly drunk right now. Just slightly though. I was pretty out of it already.
gonna go snuggle my husband, watch Antiques Road Show and design an earring or something. Love you guys.
