worst country song ever. & my life. (day22!)

*I am prefacing this update to say that while I do disagree with the particular message this song brings across, he did write it for his wife, who I am sure is totally normal-looking and not at all as crazy as the song makes it seem. let's look at her.

photo courtesy of google images & cmt.com

motherfucker. fine. just, fine. she is drop-dead, stunningly fucking gorgeous. and so is the girl in the video. so, guys will put up with any limit of crazy for that ^, but when it comes to this -->

 

well, we either get to be crazy or we get to be big. being both is a total no-no. that's asking men to deal with too much, right? (also, I am not at all saying that skinny girls have it easy. all women have to deal with stupid bullshit from men, skinny or not. it's just statistics that more physically appealing women can have many, many, MANY flaws and still have no lack of romantic relationships. but any mommas out there know that it doesn't give a damn what you look like, dating is still basically pointless lol. no actual guys ready to deal with you AND  your kids that no one else obviously wants, no matter how hot you look.) but seriously, this isn't some big serious mess i'm totally into. I just heard this fucking song so much that I decided to look up the video and it just cracks me up how all he had to do was put a sexy, skinny blonde in there and the words just fade away. even though they describe a very unstable woman. siiiigh. men. ;))*

 

days 21 & 22

the past two days have been horrendous. visited the doctor twice, ran a fever for over 12 hours, cried multiple times from the pain and heat... so basically, it seems that I may have the flu. waiting on the actual results to come in in a few days. since i've taken some meds, however, i am feeling remarkably better. although it is still difficult to walk around, hard to catch my breath, and I get really dizzy.. but i'm getting there. got the boys ready for school to the max, got their valentines for their class done (A WHOLE WEEK EARLY. WITH THE FLU. YEAH, THAT WAS ME BITCHES) and now they are having a bedtime snack before tucking in. even though I had to send them downstairs to S's house for dinner earlier, because I didn't have the strength to stand and cook, I've gained a lot of strength and movement back in the last hour or so. so that's a plus. but i also had to make my own chicken soup, which was a bunch of bullshit.

that's one thing i hate about being single. if I had a stupid boyfriend, HE would be making me chicken soup. HE would have been there earlier, when i was literally soaking my sheets in sweat for over two hours, to help keep me cool & wipe my forehead with a cool rag. HE would have helped me by feeding the boys, getting their bath, helping with homework.

 

HE sounds really great. too bad he doesn't exist. motherfucker. >.<

 

 

 

 

saddest selfie ever. they made me wear a face mask, 'cause of the whole deathly illness thing.

 

I basically slept the whole time I was at the doctor's. I slept in the first waiting room. I slept in the second waiting room. I slept in the exam room. I cracked jokes while getting repeatedly stabbed in an attempt to draw blood. I told the lab tech that I totally felt like I belong on Grey's Anatomy, which is like one of my favorite shows. I had her busting up laughing. And when she said I was being funny, I told her I might as well laugh, since I'm probably gonna die from the flu and all.

 

then, when I have been stabbed and xrayed and had blood extracted, I go to get my Tamiflu, to live and all. and I am immediately told that my insurance will not cover it without a positive test result, which won't be in for a few days. and also that because it is supposed to be taken within 48 hours of the first symptoms, & if my results aren't back by tomorrow, there's no point in even taking it, plus insurance still wouldn't cover it.

 

 

ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH.

 

so instead I got some liquid loratab for my throat and cough, motrin, & my stepmom got me day and night mucinex and even more ibuprofen. so maybe I can just kick ass all by myself. seems like a good plan to me. :)) so now, I'm off to get back to Seattle Grace Mercy Death, put on my surgical gear, & get to cutting this flu shit out of my life.

 

toodles, dears.