Observations through thick and thin.....

I have said it before. I am a walkin' talkin' eating disorder.

I started purging and crash dieting at the age of 12. Fast forward a few years, and I found myself a size 22. At the moment I am a much smaller size, purely a reaction to stress. Just could not eat. Period.

So, I can give you the skinny, as it were, on how people act and react to my various sizes, it's an interesting thing actually.

When I was a larger lady, I always dressed fairly well, hair and makeup always done. Despite that, it became common to be treated as invisible. Lots of people offer dieting advice too, unasked for and unwanted and not always in a kindly way. But that is always a given, the holier than thou art types think they need to save you from yourself.

October....

Well, it is that time again. All the Pumpkins, the rain. The Blech.

But, Halloween is only 28 short days away! (There is a countdown on the sidebar. The ladies check it daily)

A strange tale.

I know a few of you are aware that my marriage has been in some trubble for some time.

Last night it all came to a head and Lhomme stormed out.

It was all about his mid life crisis, and my inability to accept everything he has been up to.

He secretly hired a 23 yr old girl who had JUST been fired because she was not intelligent enough to operate a cash register or a lotto machine.
Most people advertise for competent people, not lhomme. This one? Not bright enough to construct a coherent sentence.
Anyhoo. I found out they were sending flirty texts to each other, about 30 per day.
Think she would be gone? Hell no. Lhomme says hes fixed it. Hes told her they are going to be professional, over two hours of phone calls one day while I was at work......

He told me she was fired a total of 5 times.
Hours of phone calls to her.

He was lying about money constantly and putting us into overdraft.
I have not been doing well during all of this, and he refused to believe that I had a right to say she needed to be gone. It's my "story" he says.

Cleaning out the cupboards.

Here in the Batcave, it has been very quiet online as perhaps some have noticed.

But, I have been making some headway in cleaning out the jetsom and flotsam that have invaded this space. There's a whole bin (the massive kind you rent. Like on that show, hoarders) full. **GULP*

But the stuff in the bin? It's mostly not mine, so. Onward.

I have also been going through some of my very old files on my PC. I am a file hoarder.
I rarely delete anything, and sorting is definitely not on my priority list. Its like a treasure hunt every few years! I am amazed at how I could have forgotten the one where the Border Collie LOOKS to see is anyone is looking, and then sneaks the hamburger off the table behind the kids backs......

But, I digress.

I found this one again. I have posted it on youtube in all its raw glory. It cracks me up when I need a smile. The little star is now 8, and looks nothing like the little Campbell's soup baby anymore......33 seconds.

happy Summer.

Still here!

I keep saying that the bastids tried to kill me.

I mean the hospital that totally screwed up my right leg with their complete incompetence. Deep vein thrombosis, (they called it "extensive" and "massive") with a side order of Pseudo aneurism.
Going in for an angiogram? Be very careful, they can be life threatening if done wrong. They don't say that in the hospital, they warn that it may just cause some bad bruising. They never said that I would be in and out of hospital for months, need surgery to fix their fuckup, the pain....etc.
They won't even admit they fucked up. They just all nod and talk about possible complications. CYA.

It's been a long long road here, but I am finally working a few days a week and functioning almost normally. I cant lift yet, it makes it hurt near my surgery scar. Think that will go on for a while. My leg feels itchy, inside. It's bizarre. No way to scratch it.

The thing is, this has all had further reaching complications that I never ever dreamed of. You cannot live on the edge for so many months with no repercussions I guess.

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