Mother Dearest,

Well you just couldn't let it go could you? You couldn't just call me and have it out, you had to keep being that traitorous knife in the back. You left your comment FOR ME, on someone else's blog, just so you could post it anonymously. Do you realize how childish that is? Do you think that gives you plausible deniability? Pretty much every blogger worth their words knows how to track an IP address. Consider that next time.

Since YOU chose to drag this on then let's get it all out on the table. You seem to think that the way YOU remember things is the only right way. But one thing you should have learned in your 50+ years is that No matter how flat you make a pancake there are always 2 sides.

Your comment was:

Bill and I, your sister, your 2 brothers helped you out when you were abandoned by your husband and your in-laws. We sold expensive items that we owned to help you come here. Your whole family pitched in and helped you out and then when you wanted your cheating husband to come here, we excepted your decision and tried to help him get a job, but as usual he didn't want to work. We reasoned with you two saying that you had to put Caden first and since Seth was the man of the house he needed to get a job and since you had your cna license that we would help you find work, hopefully part-time. We were all willing to take care of Caden, we love him so much and it tore our hearts out because you didn't want to work or stay, so you packed up and left as fast as you can without letting me or anyone else say goodbye. Your brothers and sister tracked you down as fast as they could so that they could say goodbye to Caden. You mooched money off everyone that you could using Caden to win peoples hearts so you could get back to California. Then you never let me have contact with Caden again. Why are you so angry when I worked so hard for you kids. I worked 4 jobs out in California so that you could eat and have a decent roof over your head. You never lived in any run down house. I spent as much time with all 4 of you kids as I could. I had all of you reading by the time you were 4yrs old by making my own books to help you learn. I taught you how to clean, do laundry and to cook. I taught you how to back up a van with a horse trailer hooked to it, so that you could do anything once you started driving. When we moved into that big house on Hwy 59, I was so tired when everything was moved and mostly unpacked I filled up that big jacuzzi tub and got in and both you and your sister were teenagers and got in with me. We were so close, we were best friends, at least I was. I didn't lie to you, I always told you the truth but you wanted to live in a fantasy world instead and recented me for being so honest. I thought you would grow out of it. It's fine to write fictional stories but to rewrite your whole life is not right or dealing with things. We all love you!! Your brothers, your sister and me and Bill, we all love you.

1. Seth and I split up. He asked me to come live with him in Sacramento, I said no. Les and Helen also offered to let me live with them. I said no. As I recall you offered to pay my way out to come and see you in part because you felt that a break would help Seth and I work on things, but also because you and Elisha were having surgery and you needed someone to help take care of you both, since Kyle was gone, Talon was in school and Bill worked to support you. AND you wanted to see your only grand child. I have always thanked you for paying my way out. YOU didn't sell anything. Talon sold his X-Box to help me. I have always thanked the kids for pitching in. But don't make it sound as though you went to so much trouble on my account. I needed space to breathe and you two needed a live in nurse, cook and house cleaner. Which I did! I also pitched in for groceries. I did laundry. Helped out with the animals and the farm as well. Let's not forget how much money I gave you and Kurt to help pay bills and buy food while I was 15 and still lived at home. I have always done more than my fair share for my family. And I never complained about it. Pretty sure if you could learn to do the same, you'd be a much happier person.

2. At that time Seth had NOT cheated on me. And you did not encourage me at all when it came to making my marriage work. You and Bill and Elisha yelled at me the night that I left to get him from the airport. You made me cry and feel like the worst person in the world. Even though I knew what I was doing was the best thing, I was making my marriage work. My husband was trying to make our marriage work. I will never regret that decision. You even took me to the elders in the congregation because I (At 23 years of age) wouldn't do what you told me to, just because I lived in your house. Which was to divorce Seth and take full custody of Caden. I'm not a heartless witch like you. Seth loves Caden and is a good dad. I'm very sorry that you have always been too quick to harbor a grudge to see that. I will NEVER remove Caden from Seth's life as long as Seth chooses to put Caden first. Get that through your thick skull!

3. Seth looked hard for a job. The night he arrived he spent the whole time throwing up from the flu, and then went out that morning to look for a job. Which he did the entire 6 days we were at your house together. He applied EVERYWHERE that you or Bill or anyone else suggested. You just assumed he didn't want to be there, and wasn't actually looking. The sad thing was that he really wanted things to work our for us there with you and Bill. He wanted me to have the support and love of my family, since he'd had it for all the previous years. He wanted to get to know all of you and make it work. But YOU assumed, and YOU lied and YOU kicked us out. YOU chose to make things as hard on us as possible.
As I recall you waited for a time when Bill was out of town, then all of a sudden YOU couldn't find your checkbook. Instead of asking for help looking for it, you assumed Seth or I stole it. You and Elisha cancelled your checking act, and then had Bill come back early. You waited for Seth and I to LEAVE JOB HUNTING, and then you went through our room. You saw the obvious signs that we were still having sex, and decided to really make things rough. You and Bill sat us down and kicked us out. You gave us the number to a HOMELESS shelter, and then said that you would keep Caden. While we packed our things you and Bill and Elisha had a mini party in your bedroom WITH CAKE! You never once came out to help or say goodbye when you had the chance. We were right in your house so it wouldn't have been an inconvenience, IF you really loved your grandchild. Then what did you expect us to do? We went and stayed 2 nights with a friend, but since Seth already had an apt and a job in California, with a boss who wanted him back SO badly that he paid our gas and motels for the way home (Sounds like Seth is the kind of person who refuses to work pfft) We chose to go back to California. Why would I expect Seth, or even want to myself, to stay anywhere near you after that??

4. I mooched money off of everyone using Caden as an excuse??? 1 brother from your congregation gave me $50.00 for gas to help me with my job hunting. And I told him I would pay him back, but he said it was a gift from him and his wife. Sounds like I just robbed everyone blind!! Let's not forget that SETH'S BOSS PAID FOR OUR WAY HOME!! And his parents also loaned us money (That was paid back years ago) so that we could see some fun sites on our way home.

5. How can you even say that I never let you have contact with Caden after that? You never called. You never wrote letters or emails to him. I even sent you an email with a copy of his Kindergarten picture asking you to let me know if you wanted a real one because I had saved the 8x15 for you. And YOU never responded. When Caden and I came out there last year to say goodbye to Grandpa I allowed you to spend as much time with Caden as possible. You were the one who didn't allow us to come and visit you at your house, and refused to eat lunch with us when we drove through YOUR town on our way home. Don't try to play this game with me Mother Dearest. I have all of my cell phone bills and emails spanning back from the last 4 years, and I can back up everything I say.

6. You claim I am angry with you for working 4 jobs to support us kids. How much sense does that make? First of all YOU ARE THE MOM. You are the mom who CHOSE to marry the DEAD BEAT!! It was your job to support us. What you want a cookie?? A medal?? You chose to have children, and you never let any of us live it down that you could have been a famous horse trainer if you hadn't have gotten knocked up. Guess what?? Men plan and God laughs. That's right. Life doesn't go as planned. Do you think I wanted to become a mother at 19? NOPE! But I made the best of it. You will never catch me saying or thinking that my life would have been better if it wasn't for Caden. I am an amazing person, and it's in thanks to Caden. He is an awe-inspiring child. And that's due to Seth and I being grade A parents. Sorry if that's too much for you to wrap your head around but the proof is in the child himself. And let's not forget how hard I worked as well. I had a paper route when I was 11, and I also spent my summers working with you at the horse ranch. When we moved to Oklahoma I got up at 4 am to help Kurt deliver the mail, then I went to school, then I worked with you at the Grocery store, and then I went back to work with Kurt delivering mail. When we moved to Arkansas I got a job waitressing. Then at 15 years old I went to school to get my CNA license. When I couldn't find a job right away doing that I worked 2 jobs waitressing. Then I worked 40+ hours a week as a CNA. Then when you had your car accident I quite my job, that I enjoyed and went to school for, so that I could work at the bank with you and be able to drive you back and forth until you were healed. And every time you or Kurt asked me for money I gave it. I bought my own clothes and sundries as well. I even bought groceries. I worked hard for my family. I gave all of you everything I had. And as a very sad and depressed teenager, I did the best I could.

7. You never lied? You were always our best friend? Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight. How about telling me that my real-dad molested me JUST so that you could have a scriptural divorce and be able to remarry? How about faking "Hang-Up" calls while I was home alone, and telling me that my real dad wanted to kill me so that I was so scared we "Had" to move to Oklahoma to be safe? How about blaming an entire group of people for forcing you to marry Kurt? Pretty sure NO ONE forced you to marry anyone, especially not the day after your divorce was finalized from my dad. NO ONE would have encouraged you to marry or even date someone if your divorce was not finalized yet. Especially since you already had 3 kids. How about the fact that you KNEW Kurt was trying to mess with me? You once called me his "little whore". So you KNEW that he was trying to get into my room at night, you knew that I was the one sneaking out to sleep in the horse trailer at night, you also knew what would happen when you stopped sharing a room with him, and had me go bunk in the water heater closet ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE HOUSE, while you share my bed with my sister. Because you knew he had rape fantasies, you also knew he had sodomized a young boy and molested his half sister, but you did nothing to protect us. You once told me that if I beat him up in self defense of one of the times he hit me, that you would call the police on me. Because you needed his SSI to pay the rent. With a best friend like you who needs enemies?? As far as I am concerned you are just as guilty for his actions as he is. Oh I know that you claim you were making plans to leave him! You just needed more time. But what were your plans again??? Oh that's right. You wanted me, at 17 years old, to co-sign on a mortgage loan for a house with you. Why?? Why, when you could have easily afforded to buy a house on your own in town, did you need my help?? Because YOU wanted a house in the country. You looked right at me and said "I won't give up my horses. No man will ever make me give up my horses again." But what you meant was "No one, man or child." You were selfish. You chose your wants over the needs of your children. And you wonder why you never got that mother of the year award.

8. Do you remember what happened about 2 years ago when I called you crying because I found out I had the start of cervical cancer what you said to me? "That's what you get for having a cheating husband." And you wonder why I don't want you in my life.

9. You have even gone so far as to write out your sister, brother and parents from your life. Your parents who have GIVEN YOU PLENTY OF MONEY, to help you pay your bills. Or PAID YOUR GAS just so you could come and visit them. And what did you do?? YOU wrote all of them horrible letters telling them that they were bad people and that they were not allowed in your life. YOU also refused to help your dad out when he was dying in the hospital. Your siblings came from thousands of miles away to be there, and you couldn't even drive the hour to the hospital to help out your mother OR go to the funeral. All you could do was sew discord, instead of make peace.

You are a lying, miserable, pathetic excuse of a woman. I want nothing to do with you. I don't seek you out online and try to make you feel bad for yourself or your past actions. I learned to let it all go. I realized that as sad as it made me to have "Orphan status" I was happier in the long run without you being a feature in my life. I have always loved you, Bill and the my siblings. I have always felt a big gaping whole in my life that I do not know my siblings as adults. But all I can do is wait for the day Jehovah God opens their eyes to the truth about me. Instead of only hearing your constant lies and assumptions in their ears over and over and over.

Do you need more Mother Dearest??? Because I can continue. Are you going to have Elisha try to stand up for you next? There isn't anything anyone can say at this point, to redeem you. All you do is lie. And you do it over and over and over again to try to prove that you speak the truth. You try to make your memories everyone else's. You brain wash them. It's a sick and sadistic trait of yours. And it's why you will not have a relationship with your grandchild until you change. If anything happens to me FULL Custody goes to Seth. If anything happens to Seth and me, full custody goes to SETH'S PARENTS, Les and Helen. Or Seth's Sister and her husband. And next in line is our best friends KEVIN AND JENA. And no one is under any obligation from me to have you be a part of his life.

Get it through your head. I can sit here and be as miserable and as angry about my past as you can. I can find a million different ways to blame you. But I don't need to. My life made me the strong person and good mother that I am. Crap happens. That's just life in this system. But I will not allow it to continue. Until you can learn to take responsibility of your own mistakes and make HONEST apologies and changes, you and I are not family. You are not my mother.

And you need to stay out of my life.

Dear Deenna Baer and Elisha Covell

Dear Deenna Baer and Elisha Covell,

As you can see I have chosen to use your real names. If you want to try and call me out, then you do not get to hide behind the veil of anonymity. I have disabled anonymous comments on my blog. You can get a login and comment under your own name, or do what you should have been doing the whole time and stay off my blog. 

You are not wanted here.

You chose to not have Caden and I as a part of your life. That’s your decision, and I don’t hold any animosity towards you for it. However, that doesn’t mean you get to come back in whenever you so choose, and in whichever manner you’d like. If you want back in my life that is MY decision.

And I say no.

Negative people, who hold on to anger and resentment, who refuse to forgive even the smallest error, with nothing better to do than try to make someone else feel bad, have no place in my life. And certainly none in my Son’s. I respected your choice, now you do the same.

If it was your wish to wound me with your comments yesterday, you failed. All you succeeded in doing was earning my pity for your ignorance. You do not know me. Not one iota. So you do not get to assume what I am doing or what my relationship with Jehovah God is. As the scriptures so clearly state “It is not up to you to judge.” It isn’t even up to you to place blame.

I am not going to bring myself down to your level and call you out on all of your idiotic comments. You’ve made your statements and I realize you are too stubborn to argue with. You need your secrets to be kept, and you will fight hard to keep them, and I want nothing to do with them or you. It’s not worth the fight.

You are not worth fighting for.

One day  Jehovah God will help you to see the error in your ways and I honestly feel bad for you. But that’s all of my time and thoughts that you get. My job, is to care for myself, and my son. Emotionally, physically and spiritually. And I am doing such a good job of it, because I do not allow sludge like you to attach yourself to me.

Go and find another person to harass. Because if you try this one more time, it will not be my family that tears you to shreds. It will be me. And the knowledge, plus hard proof of everything you are trying so hard to keep secret from everyone else.

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I hope you now see that the only thing you have succeeded in doing is firming my resolve to keep you out of my life, and proving how many people love me and are willing to stand up for me.
I am a good person. With a good heart. My friends love me, and consider me family. But more importantly, Jehovah loves me and has forgiven me for all of my past mistakes, My conscience is clean. And because of that, I couldn't care less how you feel or view me.

Try to enjoy living your life, it will be much easier to do when you have your nose out of mine.

Crash

You crash upon me like a wave.

And I, a lonely island of rock, stand and take the beating.

Your watery fingers bleed me dry of tears,

tearing me a part into tiny grains of sand.

Your mirthless wind howls insults at me,

crushing my need to breathe.

But still I stand, resolute to the end.

You purge your anger with each rush,

hell bent on sending me down to where

you never have to hear my sobs.

But like a miracle, I find the strength to stand.

Pieces of me are carted away with you,

stinging me with painful memories, that you crush with glee.

I bend and you hollow me out.

But I've not yet fallen.

I wait, knowing a day of peace must come,

this cannot be all that I am good for. 

I am meant to be held and cared for as a whole.

With all my sandy bits tucked in safe.

But still you crash.

Sending my heart into a forlorn state of weary.

How long can you roar and tear at me?

For as long as there are pieces of me left for you to crash into.

Guest Post from: The Queen

I want to tell you just how "whole and unbroken"  Miss Boudoir is.

How I got my crown.

After much thought and  drinking  planning, I decided it was time to ask the Queen if I can be made a Princess. But she super wigged out on me so I did the next best thing and sucked up to Auntie Dutch!! I was still made to put it in writing as part of a formality however. (The Queen must have thought that no one would stay sober long enough to write a petition, but she hired me for my brains not my beer chugging abilities.) And before you could shake your ass twice I was declared a Royal and family!!


Now since I was not born into the Royal family PWT made me sign a petition stating that I would steer clear of her Beer Tab crown....

 I am pretty sure the hooker made me sign away my left boob with it.
But I decided then and there that I needed my own crown. I asked the Queen about it and she told me she wasn't gonna piss money away on something I could get at the dollar store, when it would probly just get swallowed by a gator in the first place. I tried to explain that we could insure it in case something happened, but  she got a phone call from PWT that sent her running and screaming out the door. Something about handicapped fish sticks and red rum... Sounded down right delish to me! So maybe that's why she flew out the door like her ass was on fire. Or maybe it's some sex position I am not familiar with... Either way I still wanted my dam crown.

The next day I was surprised with a party in my honor at the castle!
Auntie Dutch had even had the hookers make me a dress!!

What did you expect.... we spend all of our money on gin!! But I did hear that the Bartender broke into the Queen's personal stash of TP for the special occasion.

(She always has the good stuff!!)

The Lovely Dame rented me my own personal limo to parade around the Queendom in:

Even though the focus was on me, and me wanting a crown, we still managed to have fun and play games:

(It's similar to a game we played in High school called "Sex Ed")

The Bartender entertained us with some of the tricks of her trade:

I have to admit... Even without a crown I was feeling very Royal when the Queen broke out the Royal glassware to toast in my honor:

I even got a few gifts:

SO CLASSY!!

But I still wanted a crown. So the Queen sent all the drunkards out to find me one... And this is what I got from Dazee

She is pretty crafty with that knife. I can't lie.

And one of the John's brought me a throne:

But I am pretty certain the Queen is gonna steal that from me.

Finally our Royal Sister Wife told me that I needed to find my own dam crown and that it needed to be unique to me. 

Well I am the Princess VET......

So my crown is a peacock!

It all started with a t-shirt.

I hope you've all been keeping up with the other Royals and our exploits out on the high seas.
The Dutchess thought she was playing in a Scavenger Hunt and really she just picked up my shopping list. You have to watch these broads... they steal your crap!!
PWT stopped being a legal genius long enough to catch a heli out to the ship, and then we caught her texting on her cell phone, rambling on and on about auto-correct, dead hookers... and I am pretty sure a few racial slurs. She started to cry cerebral-rape when we grabbed her phone and threw it over board. But the Queen put a bottle in her hand and she calmed down. So much for leaving the spoiled princesses on the mainland!!
In case you are not aware, the Royal bartender and I won a contest of sorts... We still haven't received our prizes yet. Which really isn't that surprising since the Queen jips us on our W-2's already, cheap twat.
The Royal Sister Wife decided to take over the Captain's position, because she felt that having the sluttiest captain's costume made it so. And of course no one was sober enough to ask her for a drivers license or learners permit or green card, so we ended up out in the middle of nowhere.... Which is how this story begins...

Being lost on the ocean isn't so bad... unless you have a bunch of drunk/high old woman. The Queen assumed that since she can "Witch Water" she can navigate by the stars... Which consisted of us mainly sailing in circles trying to catch the brightest stars. It wasn't until morning came and the Dutchess saw my tshirt, that all hell broke loose. I should known better....

^^^That was my t-shirt^^^

Yup, you guessed it. The Dutchess said it was a sign from Willy to go home... to whore island. I really should have stopped her... but we spent all night in circles chasing stars and trying to figure out why Dutch was throwing crap into her big purse, that I thought "What's the worst that could happen?"

Dutchess piloted the boat.

I'm pretty sure she has no sense of direction in the rare times that she is sober...

However she did find Whore Island.

Shocking??? Yes and no. 

Anywho once we arrived the Queen decreed that we start up a local campaign to raise booze money  to show we come in peace.

It went over quite well with the locals.

They even painted my portrait as a going away gift

As with all good things, what happens on whore island-stays on whore island.

I can tell you that after the night we had, it caused the Chief of the Whore Island Hookers to erect some signs up around the zoo:

We had a lot of fun, helped a lot of hookers, and I even came home with a zebra for my collection!

Take a bite.

Take a bite out of my heart,

you dirty little beast you.

Why  not?

I can always be spread thinner.

I'm already in pieces as it is.

Time to put me back together now,

but you don't know how.

I'm just your favorite toy for a moment.

You always walk away.

I'm looking for a fight, 

and you don't care.

I'm left to sit alone,

staring into the mirror and wondering what

everyone else sees.

Take another bite of my heart love,

let the sensations fill you up.

I'm so relieved someone can enjoy themselves.

I told myself, and everyone else, 

that you were the only exception.

You always loved to prove me wrong.

Too worn out to put my high heels back on,

and not restless enough to want to leave my bed.

Hiding beneath my blankets and sheets,

I thought I was free.

Silly me.

Take another bite, get drunk on my emotions,

just until you feel that you've done your duty

and have been given all you can get from me at this time.

It's not being used that makes my heart break,

it's being used to it.

Royal Cruise.... Epic Fail

Apparently it's time for the Royal Family to hold a Royal reunion. After our cousins hosted that gaudy wedding across the pond, The Queen decided it was best for us to be simple this year and go on a cruise.

Well... You know how the Queen gets when a man in cowboy boots shows her something shiny...I hear it has a pool for the gators so my presence is requested.
Anywho... I am not against cruises... I just know that on  land we can always find a liquor store. Plus I am not even sure half of those wenches can swim....
And I know that at some point the Queen will drunkenly attempt to "Drink the Ocean to find the worm".

My understanding is that everyone is coming! Even the Dame is out of retirement. Well I should say everyone except the Princess formerly known as CB. Apparently this happened the last time her and her ego got on a boat...

All in all I think it will be something to write home about. Keep an eye out for the other Royals... We like to tell stories on each other!

Burning

 

 

I can't seem to look away.

Watching our life go down in flames.

Staring in disbelief that this is happening to me.

You spend all of your time waiting for a second chance.

You put us on hold to find what you really wanted.

Always reaching out for the next shiny toy, that you got caught up in the moment.

I'm covered in bruises and scratches, but no one can leave unscathed right?

No one, except you.

You and your secrets and your private life away.

You always think it will be better with some one else, that you can be free to do what you want and be who you really are.

But the truth is that it's only better with someone who sees the You you're always trying to hide, but loves you anyways. The person who chooses to look you in the eye every day, even though they know you are not being honest with them. The person who chose to build their life around you. 

You can't ever recapture this.

Until you realize that, you will try over and over and fail and fail.

And while you're out, trying to find yourself, and have your fun, I am watching us burn.

You've left me all alone and I am stuck here, watching us burn.

And while the fire is beautiful, it hurts.

It burns and shreds me in a glorious pain and makes me feel so hollow that I want to wrap myself around the fire and let it fill me up.

I can't save us, but I'm going down with it.

Some Changes in My Life.

As most of you readers know I have been going to Carrington college this last year to become a Veterinary Technologist. I chose a private college because I would be done in 22 months instead of 4 years. It is an accelerated course but I study well and am a willing student, and knew I would be fine.
Unfortunately their policies screwed me.
For my surgery, I missed 6 days of school. But they count it consecutively. So according to them I missed 13, and their policy mandates that, even with Doctor's notes-Even with the fact that I turned in homework while absent, they must dock me a full letter grade.
They also say that once you are back in class you must take all of the tests you missed that day. I had one hour to complete 7 tests, all on subjects that I wasn't in class to know anything about. (It doesn't help that I already get testing anxiety.) And this school only cares about your core grades, your test grades. So I was pretty much sunk from there.
For this school, if you fail one class by even 1 point, you repeat the whole term. So when I went in to talk with my teachers yesterday they let me know that they wanted me to repeat. And that was my only option.
Repeating is rough. I would be in a different time schedule, which means losing most of my hours at work. I would also be with a completely new class, losing all of my friends. I would also be given harder tests and homework, and anything below a B on a test would automatically drop me from the program. (Even if it happened 2 weeks in, I would still owe them for the whole 6 month term.)
I have spent a lot of time thinking and praying about what to do, and my decision is to not return to Carrington College when the new class starts next week. 
I can't tell you how hard it was to make this decision. I love being in school. I love my friends. And most of all, I know how this school already works and I do not want to change and start over. But those reasons are not good enough.
I haven't given up my dream to become an RVT however. I have already started looking into the city college courses and am pretty excited!
It's hard not to feel like I have failed at something. To be honest, this has really only strengthened my resolve on what I want to do. I want to be an RVT. I want to work and specialize with Large Animals. (No Queen, that doesn't include gators. Sorry.)
Plus I am pretty sure I have gotten the best that Carrington College had to offer me.
I got an amazing job! With an amazing Veterinarian who really teaches me and helps me.
(BTW You all need to go and Like their Facebook page right now, for me!!)
I milked a goat:

I also have the most amazing friends.

Some of whom have become my family.

I'm sad that this last year of my life has come to an end with not much to show for my hard work. But I am excited to see what happens next! And I know that Nikki will be happy to have me back online, in the blogger world, and also having time to answer her phone calls!

I finally had my surgery!!!

Not the one we wanted though.
Let's take a step back in time...... Do ya'll remember me talking about my ulcers?
Allow me to refresh your memory...
There was the 4 am "Ulcer pain wake up call".
There was the "Had to leave dinner at a friend's due to ulcer pain".
There was the 2 weeks that I spent "Drinking cabbage juice to cure ulcers."
And then for good measure "An update on my ulcers" post.
There was the time I fainted due to my "Ulcer pain" and the only one home was Caden, who was 4. There was the time that I was taken out of a Kohls by an ambulance because of my "Ulcer pain". And also a time I laid on my inlaws couch and cried due to my "ulcer pain". I could continue... But I think you get the point that my "Ulcers" have made my life hell for the last 2 years. I'd had an endoscopy done, no ulcers found. And I'd had a barium swallow done, no ulcers found.
Anywho... on Saturday the 2nd of July I started getting "ulcer" pain. Which kept me up all night, and which I still had when I woke up. So I decided to go to the Emergency room. But not the same one I had been to the last 2 years. I wanted a new opinion!!
So I went to the ER and (When I finally get seen) the Nurse asks me if I'd ever had my gall bladder looked at. Nooooooooooooooooo. So during my next 4 hours of waiting in the ER to be seen I googled my gall bladder. And BINGO!! What do you think I read?

• Pain or tenderness under the rib cage on the right side
• Pain between shoulder blades
• Stools light or chalky colored
• Indigestion after eating, especially fatty or greasy foods
• Nausea
• Dizziness
• Bloating
• Gas
• Burping or belching
• Feeling of fullness or food not digesting

Well! All of that sure sounds familiar!!! So after I wait a total of 6 hours I finally get an ultrasound, and they find stones. I was so relieved to know what was going on! And that there was a cure. Removing it!

However the Dr refused to do the surgery. He gave me some pain pills and said call my own Dr...But that I needed the surgery done immediately. 

I was in shock! So I decided the next day, if I was still in pain I would go to a new ER.

Well Monday came around (Yes July 4th) and I tried a new hospital. Within 2 hours I was in a bed, seen by a doctor, had an ultrasound done, and had been told they were scheduling the surgery for Wednesday and I would stay in the hospital until then. I literally cried in relief. 

Me waiting for Ultrasound.

My poor arm after my second IV

My HUGE hospital room!!

I had my own room and bathroom. 

I had a pretty great view of the city too.

One of my "Feel better" cards and flowers.

 I had what was called a Cholycystectomy.

So now I have 4 wounds in my tummy that are bruising up quite nicely.

That last one is right under my bra line.... SEXY!! lol

So now I am at home recuperating. Since I do need to be more careful with my diet (IE eating more so that bile doesn't build up) I have joined http://www.myfitnesspal.com/ and I am quite impressed with it! It even has a great app for my droid, with a bar code scanner for foods. It really has helped a lot!! I have already lost ten pounds.

Here are actual photos that my surgeon took of my gallbladder.

(Pssst... It's that thing that looks like a schmeckle!)

And here is my tummy without a gallbladder!

Much more happened that week... But I will write more later. Stay tuned!