Archive for October, 2007

I’ve had this intermittent abdominal pain all day. Not in the stomach but higher up like the beginning of the intestine. Or whatever is on both sides high up around the stomach. Sharp enough to take my breath away and then migrates down to my lower back. And then goes away.

Shit.

And no, I have no problems in that particular department. That was my first guess, a back-up in the plumbing. Just sharp pains every 20-30 minutes or so. No upset stomach, no problems eating or going to the bathroom. Not even gas.

If it’s still bad tomorrow I’ll call the nurse line. Damned difficult having my health care provider in downtown frakking Phoenix. Cuts down on the bullshit visits though.

I wonder if I can go to the VA clinic over at Williams Gateway?

Speaking of not needing this shit, I’ve had contact with the Daughter-in-Law. Apparently her long disappearance can be attributed to going back to prison to finish out her parole violation and now she’s legally free and clear of that. And wants to see her daughter. I gave Casey her phone number and told him to call her. I so don’t want to get in the middle of that but she’s asking me to. She wants me to mediate between them because “I’m so blunt and calm and honest” and all they do is fight.

Fuck.

And I re-did my own divorce papers today. I have his new address and stuff so I’ve printed everything out. I just need to make the requisite copies and go file them with the court. I found a paragraph that they’ll work the financing if you need it, so I’m going down to see what I can do. With the car crap going on I really don’t have the starting price of $276, then on top of that there’s the added fees to get him served. I could do it myself free but after the phone call tonight . . .

(pain, oh shit, deep breath) Skip the next few paragraphs – it’s just bitching for the record.

Where he snarked at me that I never call him so he needs to call me to make sure I’m alright. And what about our tax filing that he is planning to go to HR Block because I screwed it up so badly last year. If I remember correctly, the biggest screwup was his fucking employers not sending the W2s in time. And what to do about the car loans in both of our names? I won’t have a car because he can’t make my payments. I’m making my payments! Because the loan is in his name. Both loans are in both of our names, Buck. So he expects me to screw him over the car, too? Asshole.

And then the conversation moved to how he’s soooo sure he’s at the bottom of the list of people Max will want to see. He whines that Ginnie is so hard to get time with. He doesn’t want to see her with her b/f around but can he tell her that? No. He just bitches at me that she’s too busy.

And he wonders why I don’t call him.

(aaaahhhhhh owwwwww I’m going to bed and hoping the ibuprofen kicks in soon)