Just a strange day. I don’t know how else to describe it. I saw these syringes with needles in down in the basement when I went down to the deep freezer and I worried one of the kids was injecting hard drugs so I rushed over to my hubby to tell him what I found and he said, Put those back! They’re mine! and said he’s using them to inject coloured ink into his printer but at first when he said they were his my first thought that came to my head was, and you hassle me for using pot and you’re injecting heroin or God knows what? It was quite the surprise though and not something I’d expected to find and I wonder where he got them from though; did he steal them from the hospital or something? I have no idea where you’d even get needles from. It’s weird too since my hubby has this aversion to needles; they make him throw up and even faint!
The gastro doc’s office also called and said how I scored low on the Alpha 1 test on the bloodwork so he wants me to next time I go to the lab for his monthly bloodwork to also get genetic testing, a deeper look into that based on my last result, so maybe we’re finally getting somewhere, getting some answers to my medical maladies, issues, and why my organs are failing, I’m falling apart and always so wiped-out tired and drained. He said he’ll fax the requisition over to them and the results for genetic tests take weeks. I felt dizzy and like I was going to faint all day yesterday as well and Buddy could “sense” it as he was whining all day and kept licking my face, like he was worried about me. He’s just so sweet and because I don’t have any human love in my life God sent me Buddy because dogs love unconditionally; he doesn’t care what I look like, what I’ve been thru, how broken I am; he just loves me the way I am and I love him back.
I walked by the 16 YR old at the diningroom table as well and thought I saw her eating rainbow sherbet( which it turned out it was) and I said, Ooooh, is that sherbet? and she sniffed, It doesn’t matter! It’s not for you! and she said how she paid for it with her own money, blah, blah, blah, I said, You should still share…. and she huffs, Not with YOU! even though she did give my hubby some; she’s just being a little bitch. Don’t f*ck with me. I don’t put up with your shit, girl. I got my satisfaction. (remember when Patti wouldn’t share the cottage cheese with me?) My family sucks.