Happenings

Mr. Safety, my assistant store manager,  the guy who tells me I drive too fast on the forklift (maxes out at 8 mph) was late for work yesterday morning.  I called around trying to get a manager to unlock the doors so I could quit playing stare at the truck driver who was waiting to be unloaded.  Turned out, Mr. Safety got a speeding ticket for driving 89 in a 70 mph zone.  So next time he tells me I'm driving too fast, he's going to hear some laughter.

My friend's toddler now does a fly by pee in his potty.  Funny.  Runs over, semi squats over the potty, watches himself pee, giggles, and runs off to cause more mayhem.  He also refers to people randomly as "Turkey Piss"  which is the most hilarious thing I've heard in a while.  Can't believe he will be two in a couple months.

I had to finally resort to a pregnancy test as my body was yet another week late...it read negative which is a huge relief.  Wish I was one of those amazing clockwork women, but I have never been.

Vincent the bunny woke us last night by thumping his feet repetitively.  Turns out he was mad he had slumped down all his water and was apparently demanding more.  Quieted right down when I gave him a refill.  Strange, considering that if I clean his litter box too well, he forgets to pee in the box and goes on the floor so I have to remember not to clean all the pee out of the box. Silly bunny.

In other news, houses should be self-cleaning.

The Freak Out Portion of my Life

I am tired of the following cycle:

Have period.
Live life.
Spot randomly.
Period is late.
Freak out because period is late.

I am currently in the freak out portion of my life.  Again.

Not because I am irresponsible.  Just because nothing is 100 percent and I don't go to the doctor.  I can't.  I also can't afford a baby or an abortion. Or health insurance or a doctor.

Why couldn't my idiot ob/gyn in the days when I had insurance just have agreed to let me have that hysterectomy I so badly wanted?

Not everyone wants kids.  When will American medicine recognize this?  My body, my life. I am not a soldier-making machine for this country...which I believe is what the underlying issue toward women in this country being in control of their own bodies.

So I get to spend days and days and days of my life which adds up over the years to an abominable amount of my life, most likely, freaking out wondering what to do if I am indeed infested with a parasite that I don't want or need.