That’s Gonna Leave a Mark!

I went to the neurologist today and after about half an hour of being poked, prodded, shocked, and jabbed, the doctor says I have a classic case of carpal tunnel in my right hand. If you’ve never been tested for carpal tunnel, you’re missing out. NOT! After doing the standard reflex testing with the rubber mallet, the doctor hooked me up to this computerized “torture device” and administered a series of electric shocks as well as stuck a needle into several different muscles and tested my reactions.

While hooked up to the machine with little blue electrodes and alligator clips, all I could think of was, “Wow, Angela would really get a kick out of this!”

My right arm is so sore right now I feel like I did a complete work out with it. I’m ready to pop a couple of pain pills and pass out for the rest of the night. I’ve got to wear a wrist splint now while I’m sleeping. I’ve been wearing one on occasion so I won’t use my wrist so much.

The Chatty One Rambles about Relationships

One of our friends stayed with us the last couple of days, until she can get a vehicle. It was easier for her to stay here, rather than drive back and forth to pick her up in the mornings. I was going to let her drive “Clifford”, the car I inherited from my grandmother a few years ago, but Clifford is parked in the country and the ground is too wet right now to move him. Fortunately, she’ll be able to get her own car today and get her life back. I’m glad to see her doing so well these days.

One of the things that blew my mind when I started hanging out with her was the number of men that would hit on her. Even worse were the ones that would ask me about her and want to be introduced, and I would let them know she’s at a point in her life where they needed to back off and let her recover from her last relationship. They didn’t seem to care they might be a “rebound” relationship, and I got the impression they were hoping for a “conquest”.

Call me naïve. I was raised to believe sex was a meaningful part of a committed relationship. Not an extracurricular activity.

The other day I was thinking about this subject, and recalled hearing a woman say she sleeps with a man to see if he’s good enough in bed and worth dating. WTF? Is it any wonder he then turns out to be a total asshole? Wouldn’t it make more sense to get to know the guy as a friend first, to see if your personalities are compatible? Then, if he isn’t as great in bed as you’d like, maybe you could communicate with him and teach him how to make love to you?

Call me ignorant for this one. I thought it was a joke when I first heard people do this, but who in their right mind talks to someone on the internet for a few weeks then goes to meet them for the first time just to have sex with them? Or is this the new fad in dating? Instead of actually dating someone, they just hook up on the internet for a couple of fucks?

I know I’m getting older. And I’ve never been very trendy. Maybe that’s why all this stuff is so weird to me.

The other day, I had to ask my husband why some men think it’s attractive to brag about how many women they’ve had. To new women. The only thing I can think of is somehow in their twisted minds, these men think by telling a woman how experienced they are, she’ll be more likely to fuck them. That somehow it makes them more desirable to women. It always made me want to puke, especially when I knew the “other” women.

Let me tell you a little secret. If you don’t brag about your conquests, the other guys won’t know about it and you’ll have it all to yourself.

Good grief, I’m rambling again. They don’t call me Chatty Cathy for nothing do they?

Agononizing Amazingly AOLish

What a weekend.

I haven’t been very forthcoming about health issues lately because I just don’t want to talk much about it. I don’t want everything thinking I’m some kind of hypochondriac. But, I’m getting older and my body isn’t working as well as it did when I was in my 20’s, so of course, there are things that need to be fixed. Kind of like the maintenance on a car.

About 6 weeks ago I received a procedure called “Novasure”. My gynecologist did the procedure which basically cauterizes the lining of the uterus with a jolt of electricity. Angela keeps asking the details of the voltage and wattage or something technical like that but that’s over my head. I don’t CARE so long as it works and I don’t have another period in my life!

This week, I’m seeing a neurologist because my right arm keeps going numb and I have shooting pains my right hand when I try to do anything with it (like write!). I’ve already had an MRI and the doctors can’t find anything wrong with my arm. So, now I get to see the neurologist. My family doctor gave me some painkillers and muscle relaxants, so I’ve been blissfully stoned the last few days.

Why the blog title?

It seems like any time I finally start making friends through AOL, I screw up and make friends with the “wrong” people. They aren’t “bad” people, but they turn out to be “fair weather friends”. They want me to be there for them when things are bad for them, but when my life takes a downfall, they aren’t there anymore. The last couple of weeks I’ve been in so much pain, I can barely take care of myself and my family, much less take care of adults who should be taking care of themselves. I’m sorry their lives suck, but I can’t fix it and I can’t stand listening to them continually whine about it. If I offer advice, it’s hardly ever taken. Maybe I have shitty advice to them, but at least I know what to do because I’ve been in their shoes before. Or maybe they wanted me to step in and make everything ok? I have no idea.

This month yet again someone decided to berate me for marrying a man old enough to be my father. Get over it. I married the man I love, who I thought would have a real family with me. We have our ups and downs. And it’s not always easy having a 20-year age difference. But after watching some of the whining in the room about other women’s husbands, I find new reasons to be grateful for him. By the way, the person who berated me in the room for marrying a man so much older seems to have forgotten her AOL buddy is involved with an older man as well. I wish I had thought to say that when she was on her rant, but I was trying to let it blow over. It’s hard to not egg her on a little bit, though. I find it funny when people go berserk in the room. I can see her screeching and raving like a lunatic.