Tuesday, May 8, 2012

"YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH!"

It's been awhile since I blogged and so many things have taken a turn for the worst, but it could always be all the more worse.  I left my job as a glorified waitress because of the strain it was placing on my illness.  My intent was to remain on-call, but my boss snuck behind my back and took me off the payroll.  This would seem all fine and well as I am applying for disability except that with the military everything is more of a hassle.  I had a few choice words with my former boss and let him know the reason his business is failing is because he lacks a backbone and tries to be everybody's buddy.  I believe karma will do the rest for me.  No one leaves this earth without paying for how they treat others and he will be no different.  I do miss having a purpose when I get up in the morning, but I don't miss being stigmatized as the "crazy girl" at work.  About the same time I was leaving my regular hours I started experiencing pain radiating from under my right breast into my back and the top of my right shoulder.  I wasn't sure what was going on and I waited thinking it was some sort of strain from having the stomach flu.  The only thing is I didn't have the stomach flu.  I had gallstones which made me vomit repeatedly and made any sort of food unpalatable.  I continued down the line thinking it was some mutant virus I had contracted from the local Taco Bell until one day after jogging/walking at the gym the pain became so intense I called 911.  My first thought was a hernia, but before that I thought the stomach bug I had contracted was affecting my already hepatic liver.  The ER doctor did an X-ray and sure enough these excruciating stones smiled back at him.  Unfortunate for me I currently have no health insurance so the question of surgery was answered with a flat out "no".  I begged my parents for the $2,000 it would take to remove my gallbladder, but they were of no help.  Through clenched teeth I told my mother I would never forgive her for choosing her life of luxury over my then declining health.  At the time I meant it and as I write this my anger reignites.  I spent a very long painful month in the apartment barely able to do anything.  I called upon a lot of friends and asked them to pray.  Miraculously I was excepted by a clinic for the uninsured and they scheduled an ultrasound.  Already I was starting to have pain free days and to my excitement and astonishment the stones completely disappeared on their own.  This is no small feat as they had no where to go to leave my body.  I can only assume God worked a miracle.  I should mention that during this time I was also institutionalized for paranoia and visual hallucinations.  Jay was more than supportive, but unbeknownst to me it was an act. Jay has stopped all shenanigans except popping prescription pills which I now try to keep under lock and key.  He feels that I am too controlling and the relationship has very nearly ended.  I spend most days trapped in the one bedroom apartment he shares with me and he makes it his daily conquest to avoid all contact with me unless he wants a pill or I raise Cain and force him to pay attention to me.  He's started giving me access to my credit card in hopes it will shut me up and let him go on pretending I don't exist.  If he's not at work he is on the computer gaming.  Then he goes to bed without so much as a word to me.  It's painful and as far as anyone can tell I haven't changed into a bitch or some evil succubus that we know of.  If anything I have tried to be more loving and more devoted.  On more than one occasion he has told me he hates me and that he hates living with me.  I literally have no where else to go until my SSI kicks in which won't be for another long five months.  My family has never been a resource and they continue to invalidate my needs and any wishes of returning home are juvenile at best.  I spend everyday in this tiny apartment cooking and cleaning and maintaining it in hopes that Jay is just going through a phase and will return to his once bright and manic self.  I'm delusional.  I know I am.  I am being taught for the third time in the past six years that you cannot make someone love you no matter how hard you try.  This all started out of self preservation.  I needed a place to live and Jay wanted a relationship.  How quickly those days are gone.  As Jay fell more out of love with me and drew into himself I grew more in love with him only to be pushed about.  I'm still married to Robert and the relationship is sound just not a romantic one.  As of late I spend my nights on the phone with Robert crying and begging him to explain to me why no one seems to love me the way I feel they should.  He placates me with gifts and tells me that in a few short months I will have the reins of my life in my hands.  I recently had another scare and so Robert's gifts have been very much needed.  I ingested propylene glycol and went into anaphalyaxis.  Before anyone starts worrying let me clarify.  This common ingredient in anti-freeze has been put in more edible products than you can imagine.  It's in cake mixes, ice cream, and just about every cosmetic that is not organic or natural.  I drank it in a Mio water enhancer.  I started drinking it in the evening and by the middle of night I was again calling 911.  I was shot up with epinephrine, various steroids, and Benadryl.  I just finished the steroids and now occasionally have to take a Zyrtec when I encounter the substance. The whole experience has left me on edge.  Thanks to Robert I have slowly begun replacing every household item that has parabens or propylene glycol in it.  Most people don't realize that here in the United States something is not taken out of our products until it is proven harmful whereas in the rest of the world something is not allowed into a product until it is proven safe.  Methylparaben and Propylparaben as well as propylene glycol are in so many products and they are known to be toxic and are being explored as carcinogens. That's all I have to say for the moment, but knowing how my life currently is I am sure I will be back to blog again about how horrendous things are.