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Today stared out being a pretty good day. I found out that I am going to get an extra $550 for some extra work I helped another transcriptionist at my office get caught up on. That will come in very handy for all the medical bills we have piling up on us. I have even started donating plasma to get extra cash. Pretty desperate I guess. But hey, it’s money. Averages $200 extra a month if I go twice a week. I have only gone twice so far. Go in, get stuck with a finger prick to check it first, then get a temp, blood pressure and weight check. Then go back, get stuck with a big ass needle and get hooked up to a machine which draws blood for about 7 minutes then spins it until all the clear liquid parts of the blood are separated from the red blood cells. Then for about 5 minutes the machine gives me my red blood cells back. (This is why I can donate twice a week.) This goes on three more times before I am done. Then the machine clicks off and I get disconnected and try not to bleed all over the place. Big needles leave big holes. Owie. Then I go get paid and leave. Not too bad. I will get $35 on my next visit and ten $40 the one after that. Then when I am a regular donor its $15 the first visit of every week and $30 for the second visit. Have to see how long I can keep it up.

Anyways, my day kind of went downhill pretty quick. My hubby and I, I guess, are kind of fighting. Don’t really know. I assume so. At least we are at odds at the moment I suppose. He got upset because this morning I asked him how he was feeling. He told me he was doing pretty good and all was well. But when I came home and counted his pills two were missing. No wonder he was doing good. He had taken two Vicodin a couple of hours before I had asked him how he was feeling. *rolls eyes* Now I don’t mind that he took the Vicodin. He said he was really achy and felt like he needed them. Fine. Who am I to argue with that. I have no idea what kind of pain he is in. No clue. But all I have ever asked of him is to be kept in the loop. I asked him how he was doing and he just tells me “Doing pretty good” with a smile on his face and nothing else. I can’t believe for one second that if his pain was bad enough at 5:30 to take two Vicodin that he could just neglect to tell me that. Now I feel cheated because I asked him how he was doing and he told me he was doing good. All this morning until I counted those damn pills I thought he was having a really good day on his own. But now I know it was actually because he was drugged. I hate feeling like he isn’t being honest with me about how he is feeling. I don’t know why I let it get to me so but I do. Now he probably sees me as some over bearing bitch who just won’t stay out of his business. I don’t know. We were talking on messenger about it and I sent him a message of “Fine” after he told me he really felt like he needed the two Vicodin and I haven’t heard from him again since. Probably at least an hour now. So I guess he’s pissed off at me. Ah well. I wish I could just not give a shit about the whole damn thing. If I didn’t care so much it would be simple to not be bothered by these stupid little things. Ah well again. I should try not giving a shit for a while. I don’t think I could do it though. *needs a cigarette*

I talked to my mom today. I hope to be able to head up to see them over the July 4th weekend up in DC. That should be pretty cool. I have been there on the 4th before but it has been a very long time. I figured I had better make a trip up to see my parents up there before they finally move back down here. Hope the whole family can go. Hubby doesn’t know if he can get time off. Told my mom to check on places that will rent wheelchairs. That will be the ONLY way he will get to do anything while we are there. He is a big history buff though so he would love it... if he even gets the time off work. My sister met a guy up there and only after about a month of knowing each other they are now engaged. She seems really happy. I hope it all works out for her. They are talking about getting married REALLY soon.

My kids are up in DC right now. I’m kinda glad about that too because I REALLY needed some destress time. And at a moment like right now and my spat with my hubby I am especially glad they aren’t here because I don’t smoke in front of them and I need cigarettes bad right now.

Speaking of which, I am going to go have one.

~ Later ~
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