Dygyt-Alice

So many things have happened in the last couple of years. Aw Hell, if you look at it from my point of view it is six years. In that time I made friends on dA and Facebook. Both the accounts were created to help Mom and I. Deviant art was given to me by phluph. He has been a Deviant for years and knew I had to meet more people. I created the Facebook account for Mom. That way she could keep up with family that was out of town. I would like everyone to know that both did more for me than I could ever expect.

I made real and true friends on both pages. If it were not for devianArt I would never have accepted a friend request from someone I did not know on Facebook. Those are the people have cared about and for me since Mom's death. It is a slow comeback but I am coming back.

Over the last couple of years my health has not been the best. First it was a low white blood cell count. I do not know when they went back to normal because I have never gotten my energy back. Last Summer I was told by my Nurse Practitioner told me I was low on Vitamin D. So throughout the entire Summer I was taking Vitamin D just like I was told. In October I was put on 50,000 units of this vitamin. I was also supposed to start getting Vitamin B12 shots once a week to begin with and then once a month. That was caught by the real Doctor. I knew he was always looking over her notes.

I had also been losing faith in the nurse practitioner and trying to switch back to my Doctor. Why was I losing faith? She told me once that if she seemed distracted, I was supposed to tell her. I told her back that after four years of people ignoring me, I shut down period. Obviously she was distracted on that day because things did not get better. I was trying to get back to my Doctor earlier. It was his vacation time and the Holiday Season. One of the things I did not understand was why I was on Vitamin D every other month. She told me that my levels had to be checked before getting more. Then on my next appointment she would ask about the vitamin and I would tell it was not prescribed. She would be shocked and I would be back on the Vitamin D. This created havoc with my stomach.

​I could only get appointments a month and a half away from my last appointment with my real Doctor. I need for medication reasons to have to see them on a monthly basis. I knew eventually I would be seeing him. Slow and steady wins the race. It does not help my health very much, but I knew I would be seeing him soon.

So on my last visit I was frustrated and angry to feel hardly any better in two years. The nurse practitioner told me I was being hostile towards her. Yep because it was all about her. So I asked questions in a terse manner. Things like, "Why did it take so long to get me on the higher dosage of Vitamin​D? & Why am I not getting my energy back?" Her response was to tell me she did not like the way I was treating her. She also said she was going to send me back to the real Doctor. Isn't that what you want to hear from your healer? The person who holds your health in their hands, tells you that you are hostile and that they basically do not want to see you anymore. I did it as the equivalent of, "It's my ball and I don't want to play with you anymore."

I was trying to explain my frustrations with her. I even said her demeanor had changed towards me. Her reply was telling me, "That's cute, no it hasn't." In all this talking about my health she informed me she had to check on another patient. She had no idea we were going to be doing so much chit chatting. When she walked out of the room, fire almost flew out me. I am taking about my HEALTH! I am not chit chatting. When she returned I told her so and she tried to back pedal. Then in one of her moments of frustration she said, "You know I don't have time to talk to you every time you come in." I thought that was the reason she came into the room. I thought that was our time to talk. Though she might not have asked a lot of questions, I constantly told her what I was doing and how I was feeling.

Unfortunately I found out that she did not take my problem seriously. How did I find this out? She told me. She basically​told me it was because of what I can do. I get out of bed every day, get dressed and do other things, I was not doing bad. Her other patients seemed worse to her. Every time I told her about what I did I would phrase it accordingly. I struggle to get out of bed every day. I push myself to get dressed, even if no one is coming over. I struggle to help my friend's and watch their kids when needed. After I do any of this I am tired. It all depends on how much I have expended myself as to how tired I will be. What I found out she heard. I get up and dressed every day. I garden and help my friend's and their kids. I am tired.

After all this chit chatting she realized she did something wrong. I know this because when she gave me a hug, she said it could be CFS. Now that does not help me anymore than all those tests to find out my vitamins are low. I now have monthly refills on the D. I also saw my real Doctor last month I was going to tell him about my experience but did not have the time. You see the sinus headache I was suffering from was actually tension. It was on St. Patrick's day and the fourth day of my headache. I was told to get my medicine and go home and to bed. I told him "No, not on this day!" He understood and tried his best to relieve my pain. I did leave the note for him that I had written after my last appointment. I hope he understands that I need to see him. I am just tired of being tired. I would like to have a job or be able to do something and not worry about the next day.

Do not get me wrong. I am still a happy person. I like bringing joy to others. I think that is why some people do not take me seriously about feeling poorly. I am also sorry to those who have to listen to me complain at times. I give candy to the people who work at the Doctor's office. They love seeing me come in. They know that I will always leave them with a laugh as well. Though this entry might not seem that joyful, it really is because I am back. I am back and I thank every Deviant for sticking with me.

On Jan. 27th my friend called. Her daughter who was going to mandatory Rehabilitation. Unfortunately the only person who could drive her was her crazy boyfriend. Now remember she is 31 and he is 27. Do you really have to be told not to visit anyone because there are warrants out for you? Well my friend told that guy to stay away from family. Of course no one listened. Well maybe the 2 year old, but she is really smart. So he obviously was not going to make it home in time to take care of the other kids.

Me? I am still not well and going through tests. I lose energy so fast and can be down for days. So it was not until the 7th time it was mentioned, I said I would help. phluph was kind enough to drive me. I said I could only stay one day. I also was going to make some kind of chicken for dinner.

Imagine my surprise to find the oldest (12) had gotten the flu plus cold. I decided to break up my stock to make him soup and made pulled chicken and gravy with veggies for the rest. To say that this was going to be a long night was an understatement.

I will leave out some of the icky details, but I did try my best. I had brought over Zombieland and thought it would be fun to watch. Imagine my surprise when the 9 year old started giving the jokes away. Grams would have sent him to his room. I paused and told him to cut it out. I was not spoiling the movie and I had seen it before.

Because I did not want to hear the fighting about taking their 90 pound puppy out, I took care of him. I went out one time and told the kids to please sit on the couch. I was tired and really was not up to disciplining. When I got outside I could hear them screaming. I ran into the house and let them giggle. These kids are yelled at constantly by their mother. The one going to Rehab. Then they are waving to me out the window while I take care of the dog.

Finally the night is over. The 12 year old informs me he will get the kids up for school. I told him to rest but he thinks he outranks me, so he was going to get them up. I send the others off with hugs and kisses and try to relax for the night.

I got up a few times to check on them and all was well for the rest of the night. I did not sleep well, but I probably got a couple hours. You know 6:00 in the morning comes really early. They boy got up and told me he was going back to bed. Meaning that if I had not gotten up the 8 and 9 year olds would get ready for school by themselves. This is how the mom conditioned them. She never in the year she was there got up with these kids.

Now I know that I do not have a microwave, but I know that you are supposed to put things on a plate. Sometimes I heard you cover it for splatter. These kids were using a brand new microwave. They just put the food inside, with nothing underneath. I corrected them, then not to send them off cranky I sang some songs.

By the time I made it back to bed, the boy was still coughing. So being a good Aunt I gave him cough medicine and told him he should not have gotten up. That is why I am the adult, to take care of these things. Instead of relying on a little boy.

Later he got up and microwaved the same thing his siblings did. He put it on a plate after. But now Grams is home and she has very little pity. So the boy left his food. I put the plate in the oven so the dog would not eat. What we did not know was the dog already ate the top muffin. So being sick he was mad at the adults and kicked the dog. Later I got him to eat my chicken soup. He said it was delicious.

A couple hours later I got a text from their mom criticizing me. Telling me about my house ain't clean and she is cleaning her closets out now. I had to quit picking on her sick son. The one she cannot take care of because he is sick and so is she obviously. She also wrote she's growing up now and not waiting 40 years like I did.

I wrote her back about the soup and how I was up with him. That I cancelled my plans to help. Also the 30th of Jan. was my Dad's birthday and I did not want to hear her crap. It was also mentioned we were talking behind her back about the two of them. I was not doing that, I just agreed with their stupidity. That is what happens when you listen to a sick 12 year old who feels picked on. I ended the text with leave me the Hell alone and she's welcome that I was available. Last sentence, Do not text me again. Then I blocked her.

Forty years ago I was 16 and more mature than this person. I have not told you the stories about her kids coming up to me to say, "You know mom hates you." Yeah I know the texts she wrote me were usually pure evil. Plus yelling at me, "Come on bitch, I will kick your ass," was a good clue.

I finally got home and crumbled. I just wanted to be alone on this day. Then again when you give yourself the nickname Princess, I guess you star to believe. My friend does have help for right now. People are getting up with the kids and feeding them. The yelling is almost gone. I hope this works out well for my friend.

After Princess gets out of rehab, we will find out where she's going to live. I am pretty sure it will not be back to her other kids. She has 2 more so I wish them the best. As for me, I am still waiting for help in cleaning out my house.

So many strange and interesting things have happened to me since my Mom's death. I thought one of the blessings would be connecting with my best friend since 9th grade. I really should have known better than that, nothing ever goes right it seems. Especially when it comes to me and my friend. Like I keep telling people,. "If being a friend were easy, everyone would have one.

While I was at my friend's house, I took over the cooking. I may have forgotten to mention that her mother lived with her at the time. Her mother never knew how to cook. The kids were supposed to do the dishes. I was still wiping myself out but I also wanted to help.

So I thought I would help my friend any way possible. That also meant becoming more of an Aunt at times. I really did not want to yell at the kids but they do not listen. Then I found out at least two of them are thieves. Upon my first trip, I found my candy wrappers on the floor. The problem was I did not eat any. There were at least five grandchildren there and I did not bring enough to share. When I informed my friend she was not surprised. Then she filled me in on some of there past. I felt sorry for what they had gone through, but my friend had been taking care of them for four years. They were not stealing because they were or are hungry. No they do it because they feel entitled.

One boy age eight still wets his bed at night. Now I understand that kids have troubles and am not putting them down. This boy hides the pull ups in his room. We had to remove the carpet from his room because of the stench. He is also the major thief and constant in creating problems.

My friend and I stood at the end of her driveway using a hacksaw to cut the carpet up. My Dr. told me it couldn't be done. I said it already was. And still the kids are going through my luggage, because my back is turned. I found this out because my locked pouch was unlocked. I accidentally left the combination on and the kids did not know how to close the pouch. I did not mention this to my friend. It was my medical marijuana and none was taken. I was really starting to feel violated however but promised to return.

On my second visit the daughter who lived in my friend's other house had left town. Leaving my friend to take care of the adopted children and having to explain their mom's behavior. My blood count was still low and my friend's house has lots of steps. No matter where I put my things, the kids find it and take what they think I won't notice. So the second trip there were three obstinate little kids. One pouts over everything, another steals and breaks things and the oldest never listens.

In August I went for my third visit. Still no mom for the oldest three. She has two more and they have become a little family. Everytime she would call the kids would spiral. I don't know if that is why the thief tried to burn down the Pole Barn. When he did it at least two other daughters were visiting. If not my friend would have awoken to the Barn exploding.

Now people started calling me a glutton for punishment. I would go to her house and be down for a week. I just knew we needed each other and never have we turned our back when in need. My friend was dropping me off after my visit and we decided to drop by the other house. The doorknob was off and the place completely unlocked. Her three tiered gardens had gone to hell. The daughter did nothing to improve the house. The one her Mom kept so she would have a place to call home.

The other problem with these kids is they won't talk. They will sit by my side and pout but not tell me what is wrong. If you send them to their room they stomp off and slam the door. Then they open the door to eavesdrop. I cannot make one call by myself. Even if I go to another room, they sneak into another room and pretend like they are reading. Then they are quiet, it is the only time they are quiet. And yet I still go back.

So five days after the Memorial for Mom, which I really wanted to be a Wake but... My friend who I had not seen in 4 years came to get me. I was on my way to new adventure.

On the first day I met 8 of her grandchildren. She had adopted 3 of them since the last time I saw her. She was also in a new house. Her daughter the mother of the 3 was living in the old house. You would think this would be a happy occasion, right. My best friend for 40 years and I finally get together. My Mom died February 10th and her Dad 15 days later. We really needed each other.

So the idea was to see a 9th grandchild's dance recital. I told her I was too tired to go. Darn those white blood cell counts. Well it is a good thing I didn't leave. The selfish daughter did not tell anyone that she was going to a concert with the dad of the other 2 girls. She was actually mad that we had other plans. Mine wasn't to watch 5 kids. Babysitters get paid and I had given her money before I found out what was to come.

My friend has 3 girls who all call me Aunt. Pie (nickname) is my favorite. Banana (nickname) is a close 2nd. Princess picked her own nickname and I'll leave it at that.

So Princess tells me she deserves the concert because she hasn't been anywhere since before she got pregnant. Not once did she consider her Mother and I not seeing each other for 4years. Me really not having a whole day off while taking care of my Mom. Nope it was all about her. She told her Mom that April was coming over to babysit. I knew it was a lie, but held out hope.

Pie's oldest son (11) helped me change a crappy diaper. We are now friends until he turns 13. Anyway my friend went to the recital and I was watching the kids when Pie came to get her 3. I would not let her go, except to get us some alcohol. She spent the night and when the babies started to cry? Well my smart Pie drove them home to Mommy. Yep the sitter never showed up and Princess went home.

I heard that the recital was fun. My friend was mad that her daughter screwed things up for our night. We still had fun. There was just no time for us. That will be a running theme in visiting my friend. Hey if being a friend was easy everyone would have one.

Back to the most adorable kids in the world. Pie has 2 boys and 1 girl. I did not know that having them attack you was a good thing. Upon meeting me Pie's husband could not believe his daughter was running into my arms for squeezes or hitting me on the butt. His son took to me the same way, throwing his blanket at me. I told him, "Little kids, dogs, horses and cats love me. It's when they get older the magic wears off."

I did have fun no matter what was thrown our way. I also started to visit every month. Some have called me a glutton for punishment. Read my next entry and make up your own mind.

Okay everyone let's have a little fun.

phluph (TFG) & I spent Christmas and New Year in New Orleans. We had a great time, but that's not what I am writing about today.

Since I have been gone, I haven't written very much and I promised Mom I would write a book about Us. Then a friend suggested she would like a book of Poems and we cannot forget Sarah and Albie. My little fantasy about twin sisters.

So here are some amusing things or stories that have happened to me in my life. They are in no particular order, for that would be too hard on my brain.

When I was younger, I traveled the back roads to nowhere fast. Unfortunately those back roads usually led to gas station bathrooms. Yes I am old for there were no Fast Food places in these areas. Do not get me wrong there are still places without gas stations today, but in those days I had internal GPS. Anyway if you have ever used gas station bathrooms, you know how elegant they can be.

So when I was finally 21, I decided to use bar bathrooms instead. The difference? They were both as fancy, but I could get an beer at the bar. Thus the beginning of knowing my State by Bars, Inns, Pubs and Clubs.

phluph was a person who was by my side a lot. As a matter of fact, one day I was trying to call home. This was in the day of pay phones and this day the line was always busy. So before I would feed the money in I would ask where we were. This was one time neither of us could remember. So the Bartender answered every time. I cannot remember how many times I asked. I can tell you when the phone rang and I asked my question, the whole bar answered.

Yes Mom and Dad were mad I wasn't home for dinner. I remember that. What I still do not recall is the name of the Town. All I do remember is that we had fun that day. It was a trip to nowhere, so I could use the bathroom.

Then there was the time I impressed Granny. I was told to call her that, we were not related. The first time we met, I told her about my bar hopping. I told her that I knew quite a few. The only thing she had to do was tell me where she lived. I would tell her of a nearby bar. She named three places that were really spread out. I named three bars. This impressed Granny so much that every time I visited and she was there we would drink Peach Schnapps. I hate Peach Schnapps but if Granny was watching, I would drink. If she turned her head I would throw it over my shoulder. Yes we were outside.

I hope you enjoyed a couple of stories. I will be writing more about everything!