It must be Monday!!!

I know it was Monday when I receive a ton of useless forwards from people that I used to know. These are people that I partied with and went to school with a hundred years ago. I wouldn't mind if they actually stayed in touch with me and carried out an intelligent conversation once in a while but none of them do. As it stands I have about 4 such people that fall into that category.

The emails that I really hate are the epic friggin' ones that read like a Margaret Mitchell novel. I don't have time for this crap. I pay my bills with what little money I make selling my leather goods over the Internet. Who's got time to read them all? Not me.

It really ticks me off actually. This one friend, or should I say, high school buddy of mine, only sends me useless garbage when she is at work.

My high school friend contacted me three years ago through "Classmates" website. She was permitted to send one conversation to me without giving any details. I wasn't about to sign up for an account, but through a little investigation, I located her. One afternoon I called her home to say hi. She was shocked, to say the least, and our chat on the phone was awkward as hell. She couldn't get me off the phone fast enough, in my opinion, so why the hell did she contact me. Anyway, I gave her my email address and told her if she wanted to catch up and chat about old times drop me a line. I discovered that over the years she had changed - and not in a good way.

Essentially, we weren't saying too much and our conversation was strained. Over time our chats turned into forwards of all types; jokes, poems, do you know me - kind of questionnaires where you fill in the blank about yourself and forward it back to them. I didn't care much for them, but did them anyway.

The one thing I could count on her was that she never contacted to me on the weekends. If I were in a coma for a month and returned to my computer I would know what day it was by the number of emails I received from her. My email inbox on Monday morning had no less than a dozen forwards from her office. It bothered the hell out of me, but I continued to return them, being the person I am. John, my husband, was getting irritated about it, too. But since she was my friend he accepted it.

I think what really irks me is that I am self employed and work pretty much all day until I go to bed. I take breaks, as brief as they are, and return to the grindstone. My friend, who gets paid regardless of how little work she does, uses the company's computer and time to send these stupid and irritating forwards.

One acquaintance sent a questionnaire to me and one of the questions was, "who might reply to this email?" I replied, "Only my friends at work." She sent back an email calling me cheeky and used her personal email address at work instead of her work email address. Like that's going to make a difference. She's still sending them from work.

I know I should have said something a long time ago, but figured that eventually they would stop... No!! I know I used to forward them, now I don't.

I can only imagine the amount of time these folks spend sending useless emails back and forth to friends and other departments for a quick chuckle. No wonder businesses are going under..., everyone is sending emails and no-ones doing any work. Then they have the audacity to complain that they not making enough frigging money. Shite!!! hire me. I'll get it done.

Well, my dear husband had enough of it and asked me, "Would you mind if I reply to one of her forwards? I said. "Sure." He wasn't taking any hostages. @_@

He replied to her next forward and wrote, "I can always tell when you are at work because it is the only time Anne gets emails from you." I started to laugh. Get out!! You didn't. Apparently he did. To my great surprise she replied by stating, " I don't have a computer at home." BULL Shite!! She has three teens in her home and they are going to University ... I find that very difficult to swallow.

Anyway, I figured that was the end of her..., not so. The following week she was back to her old tricks. I did however solve the problem. Click delete!!!

This venting thing is very therapeutic!

Anne

God! Take away the pain!

Last night I was in extreme agony. It was the worst night ever. I lay in bed watching the clock move slowly into each hour as my throat and mouth throbbed with pain.

About four weeks ago, I had some pain in my lower back molars. Having had unpleasant experiences with dentist for some time I was reticent to make an appointment to have it looked at.
I know I shouldn't have but I took some erythromycin I had left over from a previous time. I figured the dentist was going to prescribe the same thing to me anyway so why not start now and work on any infection just in case.

The pain started to subside a tad but when I ran out of antibiotics it started up again. A week later the pain was unbearable. Now I was into my second week of pain and was encouraged by my husband to make an appointment with the dentist.

I made the appointment and the first thing out of this young dentists mouth was, "you have a large cavity in the back molar under an existing filling, you have an abscess under the second last molar and the one ahead of that is loose. Wonderful!!! I thought more work on my teeth. As he described it, "You are going to need a root canal and the cavity filled again." Jesus!! if they had cleared the cavity the first time I wouldn't be needing a new filling and why the hell would I want a root canal on a tooth that is mostly filing and probably going to fall out in a year. And what about the loose tooth..., what the heck was he thinking about doing to that one.

I made the executive decision to have them extracted. I think I poopoo'd his day. Here I was in excruciating pain and all he wanted to do was re-work teeth that were decaying in my face. WTF!!!! Once my decision was made it was like..., oh well, here is a prescription for antibiotics... there you go. I had to ask him when he was planning to extract them. The secretary slotted me in for a week later. Another GD week of this!! Are you out of your mind? I can't take it now and they offer a week from then!! You have got to be shitting me. Was I not in enough pain to warrant an extraction right then and there.... I don't know the critieria but..., guess not!!!

The following week was sheer hell!! The pain never subsided and the antibiotics were making me physically sick. I was downing ibuprofen 3 and 4 pills at a time every two hours. I can't talk codeine because I had a stroke like reaction when combined with clindamycin (another antibiotic) the year before. When my appointment arrived I was very apprehensive about the pain. Here I was three weeks with toe curlying pain and now he was going to inflict more.., oh God!!
It took 6 needles to freeze my mouth. The first extraction just missed sliding down my trechia but his assistant acted quickly and snatched it up with her suction hose. I required stitches when he was finished. Oh fun or joy!! The freezing was the most comfort I had experienced for the three week duration. I advised that dentist that the clindamycin was upsetting my stomach so he replaced it W/ erythromycin. Three days after the extractions the pain had worsened. I was climbing the walls. Air in my mouth sent an electric joult to every nerve on my face. There was no relief.

It was Friday and my DH suggested I drop in to see the dentist about the pain. Apparently I had developed dry socket and the dentist subsequently needed to force medicated packing, between the stitches, to alleviate the pain. It work for a day and then the pain came back..., this time with a vengeance. I couldn't think or do anything. The pain immobilized me to a halt. I had crying spells and anger fits. Nothing helped me through the suffering.

I was getting concerned that I might be developing an allergic reaction to the meds as my throat started to close and it was hard to swallow and I was getting dizzy, something the dentist suggested to be my emotions taking over..., bull Sh...t!! I hadn't eaten anything solid in five days, the neighbours were up partying until the wee hours of the night and someones freakin dog was constantly barking adding to my anguish. I am entering my fouth week of this. Will it ever end...? God I hope so!!
Please say a prayer for me. I have said one for my friend, Diana who is also battling health problems.

Anne ^i^

Let the Venting begin!!

Welcome to my blog!!
I started it as a place to come and vent, scream or just rant.
Getting it out of you system only works if you have ears for it to fall on. I find writing my frustrations out helps me tons.

My first rant is going to be about noisy freakin' neighbours. I have three children that for years I have shushed as not to disturb the folks around us. Well I guess our courtesy doesn't apply to them. The other night, when I was trying to sleep, I had a wicked killer of a headache. And my ignorant neighbours partied on their driveway until 3:00 am. You think the B..tards would have lowered their voices a tad. F... no!! the lawn gnome got louder!! Ignorant P...k.
Because the temperature was hot I couldn't shut the windows. They finally shut down and went in. *whew* that felt good!!

Well folks, here it is your chance to vent. Just please keep in mind I would appreciate it if you refrain from using names, full cuss words and vulgarity.

Enjoy!!