So here are the topics in order of whatever to worst:
- update on my mom’s job thing
- Caleb update
- Horatio update
- update on Ashley
- Spazzy update
- CRPS update
- Shit
So my mom got 2 jobs. She is working at a gas station (she’s not sure how much longer) part time and for the local high school full time. She loves the school one and it pays a lot better like $9.45 vs $11. Both have benefits and paid vacations but she’s not sure yet. She is glad to be working again.
So my nephew Caleb is almost 14. *rubs bridge of nose*. This kid. So highs and lows right now are that he’s having anger issues over video games (do NOT blame video games, alright) but he also broke his foot. *sighs* so my nephew has always been a bit on the angry side. He’s never taken it out on people before which to be honest is a family trait (his mom and me both have anger issues always have). Anyway, he just broke his desk again (this time it started with my mom standing on it to fix his ceiling that his brother broke jumping around upstairs). No big deal. Grounded from his playstation. So the broken foot. *sighs rubbing bridge of nose* this one perplexes me. He dropped his laptop (it’s for school) from his lap onto his foot and literally broke it at an angle. His mom and my mom didn’t even realize it was broke until he complained while I watched him one night so I asked him to show me what he was talking about. Sure as shit I could SEE the problem. He had been walking on it for about 3 weeks before he complained enough for me to see it. He sees a specialist on Friday (5/3/19) to find out the extent of the damage done.
Horatio….okay so here’s the thing; he’s on the autism spectrum (not sure where) and mentally I’d say he’s reached about 7-8 tops and he’s 11. He’s so damn hyper. He can’t sit still (and when he does he doesn’t shut up). So Monday, this bouncing child stopped being hyper. I knew something was off when he woke up and didn’t want to go to school, didn’t want a shower. No fuss. It was odd for him. So after school, he proceeds to inform my mom and me that his tooth was killing him. Like he’s in tears in the backseat from the pain. So dope him up and call his dentist. Friday (5/3/19) he’s seeing a specialist in Lansing because his roots are cutting his gums on 2 teeth (they are baby and will probably be pulled) but in the mean time, he’s not sleeping, barely eating, and just laying around.
So my mom and I are going with Caleb to his doctor while my sister (due to laws and shit) take Horatio up. Fair warning LONG car rides and Horatio are not friends.
So…people win. Ashley broke up with me after spending a weekend with her “friends” and her mom’s boyfriend. Migraine. So to start these so called “friends” used to be my friends to. I will quote them:
“She’s just mentally abusing you. You deserve someone who will kiss the ground you walk on.” -Cort
“She’s just lazy. She’s lying about whatever she has.” -Mymy
“Just break up with her lazy ass.” -her mom (who up until she lost her horses liked me)
“She’s not contributing to your life.” -her mom’s boyfriend
“She should do everything for you.” -ex manager Autumn
I told her fine. She wants to believe everything people who don’t go to doctors with me then fine. I don’t fucking care. I was so angry and hurt. Worse is I have to act like we’re still dating till she moves out in the summer because otherwise she’d be kicked out.
So with that drama, Spazz is moving with her. The anti-social mama’s girl is moving to a house that will constantly be full of people and be left alone most of the time (she’s a needy baby). Apparently, I am unfit to care for the very cat I do everything for. My mom even said she’d give me small things for me to do to earn the money for her food. So I said fine. I’m gonna get my own kitten.
Update: physical therapy has pushed the medicine from my spine out. I am back in extreme pain and the swelling is off and on. Bonus: I can’t even walk around the store without my foot swelling and hurting. We also managed to test my legs apart.
Left (no CRPS): 150 lbs
Right (bad): 50
average: 90-100
So to be technical I can handle my weight but because of the right leg, I can’t. We’re going to be working on that. Wednesday (5/1/19) I had therapy and we tested that and I almost cried in pain. 1- I can’t cry. Not because I don’t have reason to but because I turn purple and can’t breath.
Oh and the NEW SHIT….I have to go have shoulder surgery on my right shoulder. You know the one that just “needs therapy”. I tore something in it.
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