Archive for September, 2007

I Have a Toxic Mother

My mother has called me on my birthday and asked me for money for two years in a row.  Last year I had no money, had to move in with my boyfriend and his roommate, and couldn’t give her money.  This year, I could probably squeak by if I gave her the money, but I don’t want to.

My mother is a drug addict.  This is only the tip of the iceberg.  I need to vent, and most of the people I know are sick to death of hearing about it.

It’s not just that she is asking for money.  Why she needs the money keeps changing.  The amount of money keeps changing, and the method of delivery keeps changing.  I’m pretty sure she’s lying.

I don’t know where I’m going with this.  I’ll try to be more coherent later.

Biggest Loser

Lately I have been trying to get things in my life in order.  This year alone I got a new car, a new career, and a new house.  Next on my list of things to do is myself.  A new me.  I need to lose weight.  15 pounds would have me looking and feeling great. 20 pounds would be out of this world.  So there have been some recurring themes:

I found out that my health insurance covers Weight Watchers.

My cousin and Aunt both lose weight well with Weight Watchers.

A girl at work today sent out an email about a contest that will occur between Monday the 24th and December 7th.  In teams of three we will compete for a cash prize to see who will be the biggest loser.  I have a team, I have a goal.  Now all I have to do is lose 15 lbs (or more) by December 7th.

In keeping with this ‘new me’ campaign, I have made a Doctor’s Appointment for next week.  It’s a pretty big source of anxiety for me.  I haven’t really had health insurance that was functioning until recently.  For Gynecological care I’ve been going to Planned Parenthood.  About a year ago, I found out I have genital warts.  This was pretty surprising to me because I have been in a monogamous relationship for two years.  I read you can get it from toilet seats and damp towels or whatever.  I dunno.  At any rate, I have it.

So, I’m worried what a new doctor will think.  I’m worried because I’ve let it go for over a year.  I was being treated through planned parenthood, but they made a big deal out of me using what they thought was “too much” of the cream they gave me (which was Aldara/Imiquimod). The directions they gave me said to throwaway any unused portion, and the woman at the counter claims I should have been folding the packet over and saving the rest for the next application.  One time she brought two other women to the counter to hmm and haaaw over my “misuse” of the cream, and it finally because such a big production that I stopped going back for the treatment.

I was also treated with antiviral meds (Aciclovir) and creams when I went to a Doctor in Mexico (a little sketchy, I admit, but you just ask for what you want and you can pretty much get it for a fraction of the cost).

So, I’ve been treated twice, to no avail. I probably now have some sort of super-resilient warts and I’ll have to have my whole area chopped off.  Or the doctor I chose will be grossed out and refuse to treat me.  How’s that for anxiety?