Welcome~ Enter At Your Own Risk~ I Couldn't Make Some of This Stuff Up~ My Experience in Dealing With A High Conflict Baby Mama, Parental Alienation and Just Trying To Get Through This Thing Called Life~
Today was probably the worst day of my life. I had been busy with daily life as usual. My husband was delivering mail right across the street, but about 1130am, (not sure if that is really the time, but it’s the time that sticks in my head) he stopped by to bring me our mail, to kiss me and tell me he loved me. I had NO IDEA what was in store for our lives.
I remember looking at the clock and it said 3:38pm. I was leaving to go pick our daughter up from school and to take her and our son to get a bite to eat. They wanted McDonalds.
I got home at approximately 410pm and noticed there was a message on my phone. I listened to it. It was one that I will never forget. It was a message from my husband’s work, telling me I…
On 11/28, I came home from work a little early. Literally, like 1/2 hour to 45 minutes before I was off. To make a long story short, later on that evening, I tested positive for COVID for the first time!
This was the LAST thing I thought of. At first, I thought that because the weather changed again, I was having one of my seasonal asthma/allergy attack, but just exhausted. As the day progressed, I thought, oh, I must be getting an upper respiratory infection because now I feel pressure in my chest.
I didn’t have my car at work, so I was able to contact my daughter and she was able to leave work to come pick me up, take me to Starbucks so I can buy her something for her picking me up and to buy myself a Medicine Ball. We went to two Starbucks, NEITHER had the Medicine Ball, but I ended up getting a Venti Royal English Breakfast Tea with lemonade and one pump of Honey blend. It was DELICIOUS.
From there, my daughter drove me to our Transportation yard, I got in my car and drove straight home. I changed into shorts, and laid down for a few minutes, before taking a covid test.
About 4pm, I took the test, set my alarm to read it in 30 minutes. I conked out. When my alarm went off, I got up, read the test, thought, “Ok, it’s negative” and went right back to sleep.
My daughter, in the meantime, had come home after me, did a few things and then said she’ll read the results when she came back. It was 3 hours later. She said, “Mom, this says POSITIVE, a T is POSITIVE” I, being half asleep, questioned her and the results. Then I said, “Shit, I’ll just take another test….”30 minutes later, it had a T…POSITIVE. OH GREAT…..
You know, I posted on FB the other day that I was trying to stay home, call in sick, on 11/29, because it was the 17th anniversary of Keith’s passing. I felt guilty for thinking about calling in sick because I had just gotten off a weeks vacation, however, what I can say now is “be careful what you wish for” LOL. Testing positive for covid, TWICE Monday afternoon and evening, being FORCED to stay home, was not in my plans. Thanks, but no thanks, ya know?
I did have to laugh at a point my sister made, that, working where I work, in the environment that I work in, COVID was NOT the first thing I thought of, and not only that, but I didn’t even believe the test the FIRST time I took it, I had to take it again, LOL I told her that I have experience with the way I feel with my seasonal allergies/asthma, and sinus/upper respiratory infections, so I was in that frame of mind, Covid not even in my minds eye, LOL.
This has been a crazy experience. The coughing, the stuffed up yet runny nose, I even had a slight bloody nose once, this bitch of a headache, the NO ENERGY, I woke up hot a few times, the temp app I have said 100.8 at one point 99.5 at another. My inhalers have helped a great deal with the pressure in my chest, now I just hurts to cough because I cough so much, but thank GOD I had been able to get a refill on both inhalers. My body aches, my hands ache, funny that my osteo arthritic knee doesn’t, LOL.
I have gotten my taste and smell back a bit, thank GOD, but that was just this morning. Prior to that, I’ve eaten, but pretended I could taste and smell, WISHING with every bite that I catch a slight taste of something, but with no luck. I had hot sauce (Cholula) in a breakfast burrito I craved, which was WEIRD… and while I couldn’t taste the hot sauce, (or anything else) I FELT it, not in the “hot” sense, but, well, I don’t know how to describe it, but IYKYK, and the same with the spread sauce from In-n-Out, couldn’t taste it, but could “feel” it.
Anyway, I have started on the Covid meds, Paxlovid, and have to take the evening dose in a bit. I think it’s helped with getting my sort of sense of taste and smell back.
I hope you all are doing good out there!! I can hardly wait to get back to feeling normal!!💚
I think these are the two most perfect pies I’ve made… in YEARS. 😊🤤 like my FACEBOOK STORY said, it’s never been easy, but it’s been a good life, for which I am thankful for 🙏🏼 #before #after #justtwopies #Thanksgiving22
Pecan Pie- BeforePecan Pie – AfterPumpkin Pie-BeforePumpkin Pie- After
Wishing you and your family a very blessed Thanksgiving 🙏🏼♥️
I think these are the two most perfect pies I’ve made… in YEARS. 😊🤤 like my FACEBOOK STORY said, it’s never been easy, but it’s been a good life, for which I am thankful for 🙏🏼 #before #after #justtwopies #Thanksgiving22
Pecan Pie- BeforePecan Pie – AfterPumpkin Pie-BeforePumpkin Pie- After
Wishing you and your family a very blessed Thanksgiving 🙏🏼♥️
WOW, so yesterday, I was at the dentist office with Thomas. I just started reading this book, this chapter. The office manager was talking to a patient on the phone. She confirms the patients due date of 12/21. 12/21 was Keith’s birthday. This tells me that he is here with us, for Thomas. The come to find out, the office manager is due 12/31 which is Keith’s ex’s birthday 🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂 #cantescapeher
Then, after a little while, we’ll, 2 hours prior to me seeing it, this video popped up on my Facebook. I believe in all things paranormal, speaking to Spirits, Spirits trying to communicate with us. This was probably the validation I needed, not that I really needed any anyway. 😊
Let me first start off by saying that as a mother/parent, we never like to see our kids in pain, no matter their age.
I took yesterday off, Indigenous People’s Day. It was a student free day, so I used a “mental health day” aka sick day.
My son, who is 25, had a dental appointment, so I took him. We thought it was just going to be a fairly quick and easy appointment, but nope, we were there for about 3-4 hours. He ended getting 3 extractions out of the 5 he needed, 4 of them are his wisdom teeth. He wanted all 5 done, but the doctor advised against it, saying another appointment will need to be scheduled for the other two extractions.
He already had anxiety about going to the dentist, so his diagnosis compounded his anxiety. He has overcrowding going on, which, as I’m sure you know, can lead to a host of other issues. He was not a happy camper at all.
From where I sat, I was able see right in the room he was in, and his motion and movements told me he was not ok with any of this. Being who I am, I started to get emotional, and had to fight back tears. I did run into the room for a quick minute when the doctor and nurses had walked out, and gave my son a quick hug and kiss on the head with some words of encouragement.
When I left the room, I put on my earphones, turned up the volume so I didn’t have to hear to dental equipment noises, and tried to read the book I brought.
After his appointment, he went to get his RX filled, and I bought him some chicken noodle/tomato soup, since the doctor told him he “will be on a liquid to soft diet for a few days.” When we finally got home, he showered, ate, took his meds, then chilled and slept the rest of the night.
I did have to laugh at one point. I remembered a convo Keith had with his ex wife where his ex told him that their daughter had Keith’s “small jaw and big honker teeth” guess who else has the same issue?
It was an emotional day at the dentist for this Mama!
~This Is My World~ 