The myth of the perfect baby

As always in the world there is good news and bad news.  The good news first, I'm just that kind of gal.  Memphis is in underpants.  Like, he pees on the potty almost every damn time.  He hasn't had a number two yet that was totally successful but he sure has tried like hell!  I'm really proud of him. We tried a three day potty training program and it didn't work worth a shit for us, it took more like the 5 day plan but then he finally got it.  All it took was for him to get some big boy underwear and he got the idea just that easy.  Was really pretty cool!  He even stays dry at night and during naps although I'm keeping him in pullups or cloth trainers and a plastic pant just in case. Now on to the other stuff.  I am still feeling pretty shitty.  Mentally, I just can't get a grip on what's going on in my life.  My "housemates" are worse to live with than anyone else I've ever lived with and I've lived with some real peachy peop...

Get your mind out of the gutter ya perVs...this is NOT what I'm talking about tonight.  Although I'm sure some of my loyal readers know the perVersions of which I speak, tonight I'm off on a tangent.  First, let me put it out there, that there WILL BE a mamatography post later in the day so today is a twofer.  So now that I've gotten that little bit of info off my chest I can move on. If you know me from facebook, or any of the facebook groups I admin for, you know I've been bitching NON STOP about my ass crack issues. Better known as, my pilonidal cyst.  I think this fucker just might kill me.  Have I mentioned that I have a ridiculous cardiac response to extreme pain?  My blood pressure and heart rate shoot through the roof.  There is nothing I can do about this.  I can't just breathe through it for all the well intentions of the people that tell me I can.  A few deep breaths would be so much easier and cheaper and faster and truthfully pro...

So in the wake of all the death and dismay I have a confession to make.  Those of you that know me in real life know that I'm a rather functional addict.  Some of you may not be aware to what extent. Many years ago I was in a car accident that not only shattered ALL of my teeth, it broke my c4 vertebrae.  At the time (being as vain as I am) I was more concerned with my teeth than my neck.  Fast forward a few years and I started having chronic pain.  Headaches so severe that I could not function.  I was able to get something called facet joint injections that managed that pain for many years but I got pregnant with my 6 year old and had to stop them. Before I stopped nursing  him (at 22 months old) I was diagnosed with cardiomyopathy.  I am no longer able to get the injections so I have turned to opiates.  I started out about a year ago, shortly after the baby was born, on regular vicodin but it didn't even take the edge off so my pain man...