What Do Heart Palpitations Mean? in meh...

  • March 6, 2017, 1:06 p.m.
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I notice that I do have them around my period, both before and after so I’m going to go with it’s a hormonal thing.

This business with my sister’s heart stopping and my dad having bypass surgery has really got my mind going.

In other news, my son has a job interview today. He’s nervous. He couldn’t get his hair cut this weekend. He’s got on his suit he went to prom in. At least he has a suit.

He got bit by something and that something bit me. I didn’t super clean the house like I wanted to because, honestly, when I do stuff like that, I’d rather do it alone. Grand kid was there and I was really run down and tired. The bumps or should I say mountains that showed up on my neck and part of my face made me think I had mumps. My jaw, neck and double chin are itching. I’ve had ice packs on me. The left side of my face was swollen and pink and itchy. I’ve been very uncomfortable.

RJ doesn’t like Scott. He came on too strong. He doesn’t recognize that she is not mentally nor emotionally in the same place as he is. It’s almost like he was trying to speed pass her feelings to match his and she does not like that. She and I hung out on the bus this weekend. We went to Ball Park Village and went to Brewhouse for lunch. We bought each a $1 scratch off. Mine was a winner for $4. So I used that to buy two $2 scratch offs. One of them was a loser. The other was a $20 winner. I was like damn! I don’t even play like that. I was impressed. Now I’m on a mission to find somewhere to redeem this. Where does one go to redeem scratch off tickets? I guess I can go to 7-11 at lunch or go to the big grocery store after work. I need to get some veggie stock and celery to make this bread dressing for dinner.

So my son and daughter went to a pantry this weekend to get some food for the house. It’s whatever. They handed out Papa John’s pizzas, but they had no cheese on them. I was like How the fuck do the do that?? I mean I guess there are people who are lactose intolerant that like pizza without the cheese so that’s possible. Another wth moment with the pizza is that it looked like it had been refrigerated outside of the box though it was inside of the box. So that’s that. LOL

I’m still itching a little bit, but I don’t feel as swollen as I was. I got bites on my arms.

I started to super clean, but then I got tired. It’s like I have so much stuff to do. I ask my son frequently to help out and he does, but it’s like I can tell he has an attitude about it. I don’t care because I’m not the only person that lives here and has to eat. Or lives here for that matter. My room was clean but since I’ve moved the tv upstairs it’s becoming slowly what it’s been. I have been washing and rewashing the same load of clothes for about a week because I wash them and leave them in the washer. They get sour smelling and I don’t like to smell my clothes like that. I can’t wear them with that sour smell even though they are clean. So I guess when I get home I will make this dressing from the multitudes of bread sticks we got from the pantry and that will be our meatless Monday meal. Probably have a side of broccoli with that. I don’t know why that makes me laugh.

I need a vacation where I sleep for the first 3 days, handle all my house cleaning business for 3 days, go to doctor and dentist one day, and just play for 4 days. I could do that, but it wouldn’t go anything like that. I need a new, real washer and dryer.

I did my taxes this weekend too. What a difference Earned Income Credit makes. I don’t get that anymore even though my son is my dependent for the moment. I’m going get back $229.97. I’m going to calculate my state shortly and then pray that I have enough to get a washer and dryer and pay off some stuff so I can not struggle so much. ::deep sigh:: That’s always my wish/prayer/etc.

So that’s all that’s going on with me right now.
::shrugs:: Idunno…

Kindest regards,
Sister


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