So it's been over a week and I guess it's safe to say I did not have diverticulitis. I am still bloated as anything, though. Like birth control bloating, if not worse. I feel so fat and miserable, I want to tear my hair out. I look like I am fucking pregnant! And I think I may be able to get a refund for the pills, so I have to decide whether to return them. I probably should, since I feel so miserable.
And speaking of disease fears, it seems like the Addison's fear has been in dormancy for quite some time. Will it ever go away? Unlikely. That fear tore such a deep hole in my soul that I don't think anything, even a perfect ACTH stimulation test, will ever make it go away.
I just got back from Wildhood a few days ago. It was a nice couple days, for the most part. Minus the ignorant ass people. Look, I know Wildhood is not exactly the epitome of classy shore resorts, but I have never been around so many rude people down there in all of the years I have been going. I was appalled. And they were either ghetto ass people or foreigners.
One night I was coming down the steps at the motel and there were two guys sitting at the bottom and when I walked by, I heard one of them say "oh this is a good spot to sit". Now I don't definitely know if he was making a reference to enjoying my rear-end or what, but the kid was like 15. I wanted to turn and say to him, honey, please; I know I supposedly look young for my age, but I am going to be 30 years old in a couple months, so dream on.
And speaking of big rear-ends, I felt like such a cow at the pool. Even though 95% of the people there were significantly bigger than me. I am normal body weight; why do I still have to feel fat? There was even a Tan Mom doppelganger there. Bleached hair, extreme faux tan, saggy body and big belly, and wearing a teeny string bikini. She was nasty. I don't know how her daughter walked with her. I told my mother if she looked like that, I would pretend not to know her.
My brother-in-law and my father came down one of those days and as usual, the former was a pain in the ass. Not friendly, trying to control everything, talking to my sister like she is stupid. Hell, even my sister was pissed with him. She told me she wishes he didn't even bother coming down. At some point, he made a snide comment to me and I told my sister about it later. She was not happy. I totally would have loved to have told her the millions of other snide comments he has made.
And the boy has absolutely no patience with my nephew. It's ridiculous. It's pretty bad that I, the person who loathes children, have more patience with the baby than his own father. Clearly he is one of those idiots who doesn't realize how much raising a child involves. Why are so many people clueless to this? You are taking care and raising a whole other human being. A human who has no idea what to do for themselves for a while. What do people expect?
And one night when we were all in bed, my sister was playing on her phone and makes some comment that oh I am going to love this news and hands me her phone. My FWA's boyfriend, who graduated with my sister, posted on Facebook that he is going to be a father. My FWA is pregnant. The idea of that dumb white trash bitch being a mother is terrifying. Plus, for someone who has claimed to have miscarriages in the past, she is an awful big rush to announce it.
Oh well. Guess her boyfriend will definitely stick around now. *eye roll*
I have been debating whether to send her a congratulations or not. She couldn't have the decency to congratulate me on becoming an aunt or to at least tell me to tell my sister congratulations when
I told her that my sister was pregnant after I posted something about her baby shower and she replied with "your sister is pregnant?". This was more than two months after I announced it on Facebook. She tells me she loves looking at the pictures I post, but does she "like" any? Does she comment on any? No. Sure, doing neither of the two doesn't mean anything, but frankly, I think 98% of the shit that comes out of her mouth is lies. I've caught her in quite a few before. I really don't want to wish her a congratulations. But then if I run into her (I ran into her in June) or God forbid, I get invited to her baby shower at work, if one is thrown, it would be awkward.
Ugh. That baby shower. I swear, I never thought I could hate extended family anymore than I already did. Then my sister's baby shower happened. Damn assholes. Also, I was thinking earlier how idiot mombies can't grasp the idea of someone not wanting to be a mother. Well, everytime someone tells me they want a baby, I want to ask them why. I'll pass, thank you.
And now I can't stop laughing thinking of all of the times she thought girls were after her boyfriend. He's like 300 plus pounds! Hardly anyone is going to be knocking down the door to get him! And if it ever crossed her mind that I would go after him, I would slap her across the face and then I would laugh until I choked to death. And then I would beg Satan or God (wherever I end up) to send me back to earth so I can laugh until I choke to death again.