FAKE NEWS ALERT:
MIZ CAROL IS NOT DEAD!!!
I’ve been absent for some time and have missed my friends
and this site very much. However, as the
firstborn daughter of a (very!) High Priestess of the Southern Belle Doctrine…if
you don’t have anything nice to say….well, I been sayin’ it, jus’ didn’t wanna write
it. There’s always plenty of sad and
gloomy stuff here without my meager contributions and, quite frankly, they
wouldn’t measure up to an adolescent female’s diary entries full of BFF and
mean girl angst.
But, today, I am now unemployed (this is GREAT NEWS!!!),
and my temperament and attitude is always better when I get up…when I wake up
as opposed to a clock set for some unholy hour like 6 am. *shudder* My paycheck was “expensive lunch” money
anyways, so if I can keep my husband’s “side chick” (her name is Amazon Prime
and she is one greedy b***h!)) in check, my financial picture is still
good. Not “Oprah” money, but manageable
and I don’t require much more than a working laptop, WiFi, and Netflix.
My personal physical health is still obscenely good: I can’t even fake a cold, and I never get the
flu. My dysthymia, however, was not
being properly managed by Seroquel, so I am now on Latuda, which, according to
my shrink is the new miracle medication for those of us with chemical brain
imbalances, not “talk-it-out-in-therapy” issues. I have been on many different psychotropics
since 2008: just a to name a few--Lexapro,
Paxil, Zoloft and Prozac, which worked the best for me for three years…until it
didn’t. I also have to take Adderall for
severe chronic fatigue and brain fog. I
would give up my Netflix script before I give up Adderall. I can live with myself with a bad attitude,
but the Adderall makes it possible for me to actually start and complete
tasks: like the dishes, laundry,
coloring my roots (gray hair for those who don’t know), and doing my
nails. I do not abuse this wonder drug
as many college students or highly stressed professionals tend to. I don’t intend to have or ever want that damn
much to do, so the prescribed amount is perfect for my life.
The Storm Sisters, who came into my home at the end of
August, 2017, weighing 2.5 lbs and 4 lbs are now 5 months and over 40 lbs.
each. I haven’t been around large dogs
in many, many years and I’d forgotten their total lack of respect for personal space. It seems to be quite acceptable to them to
climb and rest their big butts on my shoulders and rest their oh-so-weary heads
on top of mine. I don’t mind if I’m
Netflix bingeing and only venturing to the bathroom or refrigerator, but all
other tasks are apparently dismissed as unimportant and therefore, must wait
until they have deemed the top of my head to be the right temperature to leave. I did not sign up for two big dogs, as these
two are becoming, but as I recently told a good friend: I will “cut a b***h” who thinks about taking
them away from me. I will also post the current pics of the Storm Sisters so
that that those who actually care can see the difference from their “baby” pics
to the almost grown dog faces they have now.
My husband’s health has not been good, not life-or-death
(yet!), but he has had many issues that have required hospital stays and some
surgeries. He is disgustingly upbeat and
cheerful, and has taken up beer brewing and homemade sausage making. And sous
vide cooking (look it up). All of these
are expensive hobbies, but they are the only ones that do not require heavy
lifting, long periods of standing or sitting and are suited to his specific disabilities. I, on the other hand, decided after my third
(yeah, I said THIRD!) homemade, from-scratch Kaiser roll that I really need to
start walkin’ these big-a*s dogs and teachin’ ‘em to look mean.
I am so ready to start writing again. So many cool ideas came and went while
sitting in surgery waiting rooms and my tomb-like work office (phones not
ringing, no new work) but I depended waaaay too much on my memory and will now
have to try to remember some of the better ones, relearn how to type, and
maybe, just maybe, get back in the creative writing scene with some presentable
material and get to readin’ some of the phenomenal talent that would, if I was
the type (and I’m not!) really intimidate me.
‘Bout the only person who awes me these days is my mother.
Some of you will remember that she is dying of lung
cancer. It’s getting harder for her to
breathe and she has lost weight, but her determination to stay upright for as
long as possible is inspiring. She still
has not called in hospice, but I don’t think that is too far off. All things happen when they should: not working now will mean that I can assist
her without losing work time or money.
*sigh* We shall see…..
This was meant to be a quick note to my adoring and
dedicated fans that I was on an involuntary hiatus, but has turned into this
weird, overdue journal entry. Please
forgive the lack of original thought or rhyming words.
I will be working hard to produce new material, and I
promise to catch up on those 120 + Read Requests. Lordy!
Y’all been busy!! And…I can read
with a large dog on my head, sooooo…….win/win, eh?
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