Spike's Bitches 42: Which question do you want me to answer first?
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I'm starting birth control today, I got a script from the doctor, I thought it was going to be Yaz or something but it look like a generic, but I'll try it and see if it does anythying for the emotional hellish pms I've been having.
I've been getting weepy, panicy, not right thinking, hyper fight or flight the days leading up and that's not good. I kept having to talk myself down on Tuesday (this is just pms, it will pass, this is just pms, this will pass).
Percocet's stil a -codone, it's just oxycodone insted of hydrocodone (Vicodin). For whatever reason, that formulation works better for me. (Vic makes me itchy, spinny, pukey, etc. No amount of pain-stoppage is worth that.)
See, whereas I'm exactly the opposite--percocet makes me a puking machine, Exorcist-style. But Vicodin is my friend.
Careful when drinking with those, though, cause they have acetaminophen in them. Already doing stuff on your liver.
Oh, speaking of drug tolerances and whatnot, I need advice. My insomnia has been fairly bad this week, which is no surprise, after 5 days of vacation where my sleep schedule slid back toward its nocturnal setting, plus PMS and the start of my period.
I have taken Ambien three nights in a row now; a full dose on Monday night, and then half a dose Tuesday night and last night. (Even with the half a dose last night, I still didn't fall asleep until past 4AM, ugh.) I REALLY want to fall asleep tonight, but am a little apprehensive about taking sleepy drugs again. I don't think I'm completely dependent on them, but it still makes me twitchy. But. I want to sleep. Oh lord, do I want to sleep.
Advice?
Take half a dose, a nice, warm lavendar bath, and then warm milk. It's gross (unless you like it), but the [insert chemical here] in the milk really comes out with the heating and should make you sleepy.
Unless you've tried all of this and it didn't work, in which case, I would say read an encyclopedia.
So, since we're bitching about students. Oh, wait. We're not. Can I bitch about entitled parents who think it's ok to LEAVE THE SCHOOL PROPERTY while their children are playing on the playground...since I'm there--even though their children are not in after care (and without asking and/or informing me that they are doing this)?
I could strangle about five mothers right now. Fortunately, I have a very supportive principal, and these mothers will not be allowed to leave their children at school tomorrow until after they have spoken with the principal about the inappropriateness of such an act.
Yes, this means I was left with 30 kids in my care at one point today. And I couldn't go find help because I couldn't very well leave 30 kids unattended on the playground.
Can I bitch about entitled parents who think it's ok to LEAVE THE SCHOOL PROPERTY while their children are playing on the playground...since I'm there--even though their children are not in after care (and without asking and/or informing me that they are doing this)?
Are you freakin' SERIOUS, vw? OMG, really??
Some people should not be allowed to breed, honestly.
And I couldn't go find help because I couldn't very well leave 30 kids unattended on the playground.
You need a batsignal or something.
Some people should not be allowed to breed, honestly.
In times past, natural selection would have rapidly weeded these genes out.
Barb, have you ever tried Ultram?
Not that I can recall, Cash. I'll ask my sister (the OR nurse about it).
Luckily, I don't appear to have any allergies to meds other than Erythromyocin. OMG, I puked like I have never puked before in my life, the one time I took that stuff. But of course, that's an antibiotic, so it doesn't come up so often.
I've really enjoyed Demerol the couple of times I've had it. Once was when I was in labor with Nate-- the nurse put a little in my I.V. and I was like "Baby? I'm having a baby?"
The terrifying thing was that I was seeing little tie-dye beanie babies dancing around my head. Very trippy shit.
vw, that's craziness! I'm sorry you had to deal with that.
For the hefty sum of $1, I am now the proud owner of a 1993 Ford Taurus Wagon.
Now, I just need to get the power steerng fixed and it's MINE MINE MINE.