this is me doing the happy dance.

After 4 months, police intervention, court, the assistance of friends and a ton of crap, the situation with Greg is finally OVER.   



Everything that belongs to him has been removed from the property and we are DONE!

Houdini

Stomach still quite upset so took some Gravol and crawled back into bed. Was just getting comfy when I heard a thump and then some clicking noises so got up went around the bed and found Bagels coming across the bedroom towards me. Of course then I had to chase him down and put him back in the cage and remember to close the lid this time. He kicked up some sawdust at me and gave several loud thumps with his foot. In the wild that means danger; for him it means he's ticked off!!

feeling glum

Sunday I had a nightmare about the stuff of Greg's still in my driveway [for those of you keeping track, he moved out on August 07]. I decided last night that I was going to call Greg's father Paul today about getting rid of this junk and probably because of that woke up this morning with an upset stomach. I ended up leaving work at lunch because my stomach was so upset. I came home and took some Gravol and spent the afternoon in bed. Just about the time I would normally be getting home from work, Greg phoned. I answered to ask what he is doing about the shit in the driveway. He said he does not have access to a truck so does not know what to do with it. I pointed out to him that the only things that he owns with any financial value is the stuff left in my driveway; motorcycle, safe, generator, which is the reason I have been hesitating in turfing the stuff. Greg was in tears more than once during our short conversation which of course brings out all sorts of emotions in me. I did not let on to him what I was feeling. I know things ended badly but I shared my life with him for 4 years and listening to him today made me sad. I am giving myself permission to be sad but going to take some Gravol and go to bed. Tomorrow I will continue with moving on. I am so tired of talking about this and dealing with this. I really need this to be done once and for all.

awwwwwwwwwwww

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oooooowwwwwwwwwwwww

I have had this brutal cough for what feels like forever so am pretty much adjusted to it.  However last Saturday afternoon I unexpectedly coughed while standing unsupported.  I don’t know what happened but it felt like a knife went through the right side of my chest and came out the back.  It literally took my breath away. I was hoping it would fade quickly so carried on with my day but within an hour I was at Emerg.  I was there for over 5 hours.  That included an ECG to rule out heart problem which I was not aware was an issue.  They also did a chest x-ray.  The final verdict was inconclusive; it is either a pulled muscle OR a torn muscle OR a cracked rib.  Rib cracks don’t generally show up on x-ray until they start to heal.  From my personal experience I am fairly sure the rib is cracked.  At any rate it hurts like stink … I spent most of Monday lazing about but it was still very painful Tuesday morning so I booked off for the day.  I went in to work on Wednesday but was very sore so I booked 1/2 day vacation for Wednesday, Thursday and Friday.  Hopefully that will help me get past the worst of this.

are you kidding me ??

A very dear friend of mine in Ontario recently lost his wife. 

I sent him an email “Don’t want to be insensitive but can I ask what happened?  Had she been ill?”

He responded with “Yes she had, a lot worse than we knew.  She had a lot of pain, and made the decision to stop it and not have the family suffer as well, and took her own life.  She is a peace, no pain, and probably telling God how to run his gardens.  It is a positive thing.”

I emailed a mutual friend to ensure she was aware of what was going on and told her “What I heard was she was very ill and took her own life”.

She responded with “No she was not that ill.  She had some aches and pains – shit that comes with old age.  However, the main issue was depression.“

As someone that has battled depression for more than half my life, this is kind of a hot button for me.  I know all too well the mental and physical pain associated with depression.  I have been fortunate to have good mental health professionals when fighting depression or I could have very well taken the same path as my friend’s wife. 

It blows my mind that this quite intelligent friend would say “she was not that ill” about a person that suffered from depression bad enough to take her own life.  It is the year 2012; I thought people had realized that depression is a serious mental illness, not a personal choice. Trust me there is not a person in the world that would deliberately make the choice to suffer with depression! 
RIP J

Grandsons on halloween 2012

     Eddy, 26 months old

    Carson, 9 months old

Every moment of every day,

In memory of Donamay Scott, March 05 1938 to November 01 2003.

I hide my tears when I say your name

But the pain in my heart is still the same

Though I smile and seem carefree

There’s no one that misses you more than me

Every moment of every day, Mom, with love from Linda