October 14th, 2011 | Author: trancejen
I am in a much better mood today.
Period hormones. They are a bitch. Yesterday I was ready to rip someone’s head off, and that person was very likely going to be my stepdad. Why? Because. Just because.
I would dearly love a hysterectomy, and not just due to the hormones, but because I tend to have more seizures the week before and the week during the evil curse.
I don’t know why this is, but the neurologist tells me that it’s not unusual. This means that half the month, I’m largely fucked.
I have a problem with this.
It would seem that there would be something that could be done about this – some sort of hormone blocker or some sort of med that would alleviate this situation, but as always the neurologist is useless and simply acknowledges the situation and moves on to handing me a big, fat bill.
God love him, because I sure don’t.
I’m currently selling a bunch of shit on Craigslist to the local yokels so that I can fund my trip to Green Bay this year.
No one needs to own as many pairs of hot shoes as I own, so off they go, including the cherry-red patent leather Doc Martens, which are in surprisingly good shape.
It breaks my heart to let some of this stuff go, but I’m just not a kid anymore (sob), and I suppose my need for Docs has waned.
God, it sucks getting old.
In other news, yesterday I had the J-Man practice throwing punches at me. The kid actually can throw a decent punch. He puts all of his weight into it and has a pretty fair right hook, and my hands actually are very sore today from blocking his blows.
I also had him practice shoving me into the couch.
This probably all sounds pretty stupid, as I’m certainly no self-defense teacher and I don’t know my ass from a hole in the ground when it comes to fighting, but I do want him to be able to fight back when he’s getting shoved into lockers at school.
“You know what?”
“What?”
“If one of these little bastards puts his hands on you, I give you full permission to deck him.”
“Really?”
“Yes. And I don’t care if you get in trouble.”
“Really??”
“Yes. As far as I’m concerned, it will be worth it. Just don’t hit anyone in the face and knock anyone’s teeth out, because I don’t want to get sued.”
“Wow.”
“I’m serious. You need to make a statement.”
“OK.”
It probably sounds barbaric and definitely isn’t the politically fucking correct way to deal with this situation, but God, I’m fed up, he’s fed up, and maybe it will send a message to these little assholes that he’s not just going to sit there and take it.
After the first hit, the fight’s usually broken up anyway.
At least I hope so.
In still other news, the spiders seem to have subsided for the time being. Is this because I have killed them all, or is it because they have all taken up residence under my bed??
This is disturbing: I have what looks like a large red welt on my neck. I thought it was a big period zit. My mom, upon seeing it, had another theory.
“What is that on your neck?”
“A zit.”
“No, it looks like a spider bite.”
“AAAAAGH! Don’t say that!!!”
“Well, it does.”
“Do you even realize what you’re saying?? You’re saying that a freaking spider crawled up into my bed and BIT MY NECK.”
“Yes. Because you need to clean out under your bed.”
“AAAAAGH!”
“I’m just saying.”
“It’s a PIMPLE!”
“No it isn’t.”
Sometimes I hate my mother.
You can damned well bet I’m cleaning under my bed today, though.
*shudder*
In still other news, we’re taking my sister and her kids on a hayride with the Lutherans on Sunday.
Hayride with the Lutherans! Will we sing Glory, Glory, Glory in a soft monotone? Will we roast S’mores and hot dogs over an open fire afterward while talking about The Gays and their imminent demise? Will we softly toss hay at each other in the wagon while quoting the verses of St. Paul?
GOD, the anticipation!!
Happy Friday.
It is probably not right, but I support standing up for yourself, physically if necessary. Oh, go, J-Man, don’t let the little bastards win. I have worried about my boys, because they have always been such skinny little things, but Nick has become this huge, solid kid in the last year. I don’t think he will physically take shit from anyone. Anyway, I think you need to be prepared that he will get into trouble, because if school administration doesn’t want to deal with bullying, they *really* don’t want to deal with kids fighting back. As long as you stand up for him, I think you can work it out though.
I think so, too. I am prepared for a mess from the school, but I am prepared to go ballistic on them, because I’ve been trying to deal with the administration to get the bullying to stop and they have not cooperated with me in the SLiGHTEST.
As much as it helps, I think you are doing exactly the right thing. Good luck! Hold them responsible.
I think it’s great to practice some self-defense/fighting moves with the J-Man. Not only does it give him a way to stand up for himself but once he becomes comfortable with a few moves and confident that he will not get in trouble (from you) for fighting, he may exude confidence just from that which might deter the bullies. The bully/victim dynamic is really a predator/prey thing and predators intuitively read fear in others. As the J-Man gains confidence, that fear level will decrease and he will no longer be on the predators’ radar. They’ll move on to the next victim. I venture to guess that just the fact that his mother is behind him so strongly that he has permission to cause trouble has upped his confidence level.
My son’s karate teacher taught them to block the first two swings or shoves, but the person is stupid enough to try a third time, its perfectly ok to hit them back. Then he told us parents that we had to tell the kids *we* said it was ok to hit back or they wouldn’t. He was correct. My kid (he’s 11) had a small altercation on a playground with a slightly younger kid who wouldn’t stop pushing him. By the time we got there, he was in tears because the kid wouldn’t stop. When we asked him why he didn’t at least shove him back, he said he didn’t want to get in trouble. So keep telling the J-man its ok or it might get brainwashed back out of him.
My rule of thumb with my kid is don’t throw the first punch. All else is fair game.
Why you’re teaching him to hit and shove, also teach him duck and dodge. Hard to hit a moving target.
I think that you’re a fabulous mother, lol.
And, can’t your neurologist give you a hormone blocker if he won’t prescribe a hysterectomy so you don’t have to suffer a total of 6 months out of the year more than you already do?
Just had a quick, noneofmybusiness, question about the period/seizure issue… Would using birth control pills to block your cycle be effective as an alternative to a historectomy?
I have no idea, but it’s worth asking about!