Thursday, July 14, 2011

Kiss my Ass

Coping skills can kiss my ass.
I just felt like saying that this morning.
I have a sticker in my foot, husband has a thorn.
My blood pressure is high, his is higher.
Husband can kiss my ass.
My son in law? 
For reasons I won't go into....can kiss my ass.
The bank, the pharmacy, the internet provider, the lady two houses down, the doctors receptionist, the tall guy at the gas station, the cashier at convenience store.....all of them can kiss my ass.

What was God thinking when he put hair on our heads?
Did he not realize the hours of agonizing time that we would have to spend during our life to make it "do something?"

Ya know, I can just feel like crap for so many days and then I can't take it anymore.  Evidently, six days is my limit.  Any amount of painful fretting and pacing I've done has never helped my daughter before and it won't now.  God ALWAYS knows what I need......but I have to stop wallowing in my fear and ask him for help.

Oh...and FEAR.....yes, can kiss my ass.


Marcia said...

Hi Pam, I just wanted to say that for me, I had to try a couple different bp meds before I found one that worked. The first one I took mad me cranky and sad. Not that you're cranky or anything....

dAAve said...

I bet you're gonna have a GREAT day!
Because you can.

Kristin H. said...

Call about the meds. Immediately.

Lou said...

Let it out, grrl.

Mary Christine said...

Sorry dear. I wish we could go have a cup of coffee.

Sober Julie said...

Agree with Kristen, call NOW.
And hit a meeting.

Syd said...

I don't feel like any kissing of asses today. Still a bit under the weather but think that I'll live.

Annette said...

Ok ok ok, maybe some delicious dripping ice cream is in order! When all else fails....this works! I promise. At least for a few minutes.
PS: I agree with Kristen

Gabriella Moonlight said...

Wow, strong post and I get it...and yes I concur with Kristin...good idea there..

hugs to you.

Anonymous said...

Holding your daughter in my heart.