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The biggest thing on my mind right now is how much I miss sex. No really. It took me 3 months and 3 days to actually realize it had been forever, and now I just can't stop thinking about it. Even though I'm pretty sure sex is against medical advice right now, so it's probab;y a good thing we're on seperate continents.

I enrolled in school last week. DeVry university to be exact. I love the fact that it seems to be educationally focused. People are there to learn, not play football. This means I will not (hopefully) have a repeat of my journalism class nightmare. This football player used to sit either right in front of me or right behind me in class. It didn't matter where I sat, he was always there! That in itself was no big deal, but he would raised his hand and ask the professor a question, then proceed to ask the same question over and over again.
Now I like to blame pregnancy horomones on the fact that this drove me up the wall, but that's not true. I can understand asking for clarification on a question, I do that quite frequently, but asking the exact same question over and over and over and over... There's really no excuse.
But back to DeVry. There's one obstacle I'm having trouble with. DeVry doesn't offer the degree plan that I want. I've been accepted into the multimedia design program, which is great, but I had been planning on a health field. I don't know. I'm not opposed to multimedia design, I think it's something I would really enjoy, but for the last 5 years I've been focusing on working with pregnancies, infants and health education. I don't know if I can switch gears.
I'm going to talk to my advisor tomorrow. I'm not registering for the January semester, since it collides with R&R and I'm not splitting my time between my husband and school. See paragraph 1.

LEt's see. Marcus is on a waiting list to see a ENT. The sleep specialist has reccommended that Marcus' tonsils be removed immediately. That whole not being able to breathe thing has worsened in the last few months. He's on 3 allergy treatments and nothing seems to be working. The thought of one of the military doctors HERE taking out my 4 year olds tonsils scares the pants off of me. It's gotten to the point that even when we go back to New Mexico his breathing doesn't improve. I'm livid that for two years we've been trying to get him help, and even now that they know he's only getting 80% oxygen on a GOOD day, he's still low priority.


My back is still screwed up, but I've been demoted from 3 days a week of physical therapy to only 2 days. It's very liberating. I'm also not allowed to do yoga. Not that I've really done yoga in the past year, but it's off the table now until further notice. Now if only I could sleep.

Does anyone know anything bout DeVry University?

It sounds almost too good to be true....

Marcus is chanting "I want to eat Bob."

I think he's talking about Bob the Tomato, but there is a chance he means B.O.B like jello.

Today I woke up in a haze of pain. I hoped that the sound of Felix's voice might make my headache a little more bearable, so I called his cell phone just to listen to his voicemail.
Then I realized that I hadn't checked his messages for him in two months.
He had a message from the GE Money Bank asking him to return the call. A couple weeks ago I recieved an odd notice from GE stating we had a balance on our account. Our GE account has been paid off and closed for 15 months. We hadn't recieved any bills and so I chalked it up to spam.... Until I got the voicemail this morning.
I called GE. The first person I spoke with said I was a waste of time and hung up on me when I told him I didn't have my account number. The second person I spoke with pulled up the account for me and transferred me to a supervisor. As soon as the supervisor realized I wasn't trying to get out of paying my bill, he was fantastic to work with. Apparently two bills have been sent out since July and again I have not received any of them. I can't even make a payment without the account number and they can't give it out over the phone. Oh and the charges are for Felix's brother's dental work. Felix was supposed to be the co-signer on the dental loan. He is the sole name on the debt.

I am livid. I'm furious with Felix for being a nice guy and trying to help his brother out without talking to me. I'm furious that everything is in Felix's name. I'm furious that I have to deal with it. It's a good thing I have therapy tomorrow.
The weird thing is I'm in so much pain I can only manage to be livid and furious whenever I think about it. And muscle failure is the first thing on my mind right now.

I had to go see Dr. House today.



Dr. Craig House.


He said I have Strep.

I just found out my dad was in a really bad car accident. He's bruised and sore, but thankfully still alive. I keep tearing up. My emotions are a tangled web right now. I don't know if I'll be able to wait until Friday's Therapy appointment.

ONstar commercials make me cry.

I'm having a hard night, and I don't know why.
Everything seems to be bothering me.

It bothers me that I feel like I'm caught in a tug of war between two good friends.

It bothers me that I feel abandoned by my best friend, who can't answer my calls, or call me back.

It bothers me that I feel like I am under attack from someone who didn't care enough to keep in
touch, but I'm the one she thinks dissolved our friendship.

It bothers me that people give me a "look" when they discover Felix has baby fever BAD.
I'm not withholding children. I promise.

It bothers me that I am so spineless that I can't say "no" when people ask me something.

It bothers me that my TX best friend moved away and I have barely heard from her.



Maybe I'm just being too sensitive. Maybe I just need some alcohol and sleep in that order.

If I freeze my makeup will that extend the shelf life?