First off, I would like to apologize for this post being late. If you haven’t noticed, I normally try to post something every Tuesday. I try to make that my blog day. But unfortunately, I am still recovering from food poisoning. So majority of the time I’m in bed, in pain, or running to the washroom. I feel okay as in this very moment, fingers crossed. There have been a number of times I thought I was getting better and my stomach proved me otherwise. It has been 5 days now, which it’s supposed to go away by then. I don’t think that Pepto Bismol was a good idea. I think it just prolonged my recovery. But damn it! I’m just trying to nurse myself back to health. As in this very moment, I am okay. I have my bottle of water, plenty more in the fridge, and my diet has been rather bland lately.
My Birthday was on Monday, so thanks to all those fabulous peeps that wished me a happy birthday. Although I did not celebrate it the way I had planned. I was supposed to have a visit with my kids this past weekend, and I was going to bake a cake and celebrate it with my babies the day before. Obviously that didn’t happen because I was sick.
My ex seems a bit impatient with my recovery. It seems like since I couldn’t take the kids home this past weekend, he’s been calling everyday, asking if I am better yet. Still the same, still the same. Kinda inconsiderate that way. I get rushed to recover, but did I ever do that to him? No. I let him sleep, or whatever.
Then again, he’s probably got our daughter bugging him about missing mommy, because mommy actually gets down on the floor and plays with her. My ex has it in his head that it’s not his job to entertain the kids, so their kinda left to their own devices. Often my daughter gets bored, she wants someone to play with.
Anyway, I got to talk to my daughter on the phone on my birthday. I wasn’t impressed to what I had heard. Our daughter’s favorite colour was purple, apparently that isn’t anymore because it is “gay”. I guess Daddy’s homophobia is being passed on to our kids. He’s teaching them to hate. I know he’s had a traumatic experience that get’s him think that gay people are pedophiles. Not all gay people are pedophiles. I happen to be friends with many gay, lesbian, bi-sexual, and duo-gender personality types. Not to mention, I enjoyed interviewing a drag queen on Twitter, not that long ago. The diva that loves the tutu’s. So adorable.
Another thing that kinda annoyed me, was when I was visiting on Thursday, I was talking about this woman I respect, and my ex goes; “This isn’t gonna be a lesbian thing, is it?” So if I talk about inspirational women that are actually trying to get shit done within this fucked up world, it gets assumed as a lesbian thing? ERRRR!!! Annoying! Dude you got issues!
Some things he does just gets right under my skin, and ERRR!!! What the heck is wrong with you?! Although, he is letting me see our children more. That’s cool. I mean, visits normally don’t land on a Thursday, that was the day we decided he could pay me back the $40 I lent him. Which he paid back, and we planned to have a family dinner that day and treat our kids to Chester’s chicken.
It turned out well, although our daughter would not go to sleep. I mean, it was 3am, she was still awake, my ex and son were fast asleep. Since I was getting tired, and I still had to walk home, I brought her upstairs and sent her to bed. My daughter and son worry about walking home alone at night. I keep trying to reassure them that I will be fine. I’ve walked outside at night numerous times. I think they keep trying to get me to sleep over, but no, that’s not happening. I have my own home, and own bed to sleep in.
I got to see an amazing sunrise on the way home though. That was cool.
I wish I could say I did something exciting on my birthday, but nope. I was home, recuperating. I did make it to the New School of Colour for a little bit, and started on a new painting. But then it was back home to recuperating. I was testing my health, and wasn’t that much better as I thought I was.
I didn’t make it out to The Bog like I wanted for my birthday, but that’s okay. Maybe next year.
Other than that, I’ve only gone outdoors to pick up Pepto Bismol, bread, banana’s and toilet paper. I read on a site that you’re supposed to limit your activity , and get lots of rest when it comes to food poisoning. I’m not sure what food did it, or beverage. We all had the same thing on Thursday, and my ex and our kids are fine. Other than that, I had black coffee, and a Java Monster. Unless it was the Ark food on Wednesday, but everyone that ate the same thing that day seems fine. It would really be ironic, and seriously suck, if it was the coffee that did this to me. I do love my coffee. It could have been anything. Even dishes or utensils that weren’t washed properly, contaminated in bacteria. So it’s hard to narrow it down to precisely what caused this nuisance, and where it may have occurred.
I have been avoiding my friend with cancer. After visiting her for almost an entire week that one week. I can’t be around the same people everyday. And quite honestly, it just doesn’t feel very productive. While I’m there, I sit there and watch her in her chair. If she’s not in her chair, I sit there and watch her sleep. It kinda gets boring, depressing, and of coarse I have nothing to talk about if I’m visiting everyday. It’s like, I just saw you yesterday, there isn’t much to talk about. Nothing new. Not to mention, I’m more of a listener, not a talker. And well, she wants me to talk. Chores at home don’t get done if I’m at her place every day, minus the weekend when I see my kids. Then when my ex comes to pick the kids up, and he’s disappointed because my house is a mess. Well fuck me sideways!! Can’t please everyone.
I’ve been attempting to get some chores done, such as dishes, but like I said, I cannot be too active with food poisoning, so cleaning this week, is at a very slow pace.
I wish I had better material to write about besides my stomach. But that’s majority of my week right there, the joys of food poisoning.
The sooner I get better, the sooner I see my kids again. Let’s hope this doesn’t last too much longer. Otherwise I will be making a trip to the hospital. – Pooks
“Just like there’s always time for pain, there’s always time for healing.”- Jennifer Brown