Crapfest 2011

This entry finds our heroine nearing the end of "Crapfest 2011". What was likely (and OMG HOPEFULLY) the most hellish "week from hell' that the year has had to offer.

Well, maybe not to some.. in truth.. a really hellish week would likely contain fire, brimstone and assorted blood letting mayhem. Scratch the first two, and since the 'blood letting' involved was in a relevant biological not entirely unexpected way even that is a weak premise.

I assure you though.. from my own personal standpoint it was crappy. Any week that starts with a funeral and all the family mayhem that a funeral bring with it.. automatically earns the title 'crappy'. Even in the best of families, the happiest of "June Cleaver home cleaning house and baking cookies in her perfectly ironed dress wearing heels and crisp crinoline petticoats (wait did they wear crinolines then.. holy hell and I spelling that right even?) with nary a run in her hose a stain on her skirt of a hair out of place" families.. funerals bring their own bag on angst.

Pass said bag of angst to a dysfunctional family (That in no way puts the FUN in dysfunctional) and it's like a trap door to the third ring of hell opens up and no one is spared from having to pass through and take in a lungful of brimstone.

Obviously, unless my soul is bound to the earth and able to type, I am still here. Can I claim a survival victory? Still.. Monday was surreal. Tuesday appeared to be status quo.. until late in the afternoon when my body started sending signals that the fun wasn't over yet. Wednesday, Thursday and Friday found me staying home as my body put me through the wringer with what we know now are THREE culprits at work. Any one of these insidious icks could take a person out for a day.. all three.. my doctor said 'could knock ANYONE for a loop'.

I could say I have felt like a zombie.. but I don't think that's correct. Zombies, being what they are, are deliciously denied the ability to rationalize about how their body is being tortured once they are reanimated. Not so here boys and girls- and since my brain is a rewired whirling dervish (see previous entries on ADD) it is not a surprise that I would find myself awake in the dead of night racking up psychosomatic tomes of what could possibly be going on .

This morning I knew I'd had enough. Things are NOT resolving as they should and I am fed up with sitting at home, seriously when I'd rather be at work, that's a sure sign that I'm miserable.
My friendly neighborhood professional heard the tale of my woes and after consulting my records and doing the usual checks told me what HE thought was up and after some discussion we agreed.

Sadly the virus, infection and biological function are all things I simply have to ride out. Though he did prescribe some items for the sake of comfort so that maybe I can at least sleep when I'm in bed instead of doing my impression of a hot dog that's been on the rollers at the convenience store too long. rolling over, and over and over.. and not being improved by it.

He also penned a note so that the powers that be at my place of employment will know that I was NOT in Cabo sipping Corona (with lemon) on the beach while being massaged by a well muscled cabana boy.

I know I've said over and over that normal is boring.. but after this week I am SURELY ready for some sense of what is normal for me. Let's see if I can navigate the weekend without having more crap flung at my fan..

The Touch, The Feel.. of RANDOM CRAP

Which really IS the fabric of our lives sometimes right? When you've slid down the slitted sheet and down the slitted sheet you've slid, sometimes you just feel like you are being orbited by spheres of crap. Crap in itself isn't bad. It can in fact be VERY benign. It's all in how you look at it, and how high you can stack it!

Random Crap Bubble Number 1 (for today) Deals with Social Media.
As an admitted junkie of many adjuncts for 'social media' (hereafter referred to as SM) I am privy to various habits of "Net Denizens" on a regular basis. From the truly clueless, who don't realize that typing in caps is considered shouting, and that posting the same thing over and over and over again is a faux pas punishable by banning- to those who have figured out the ins and outs, but still haven't figured out how to filter their textual diarrhea so as not to offend people.

Some people, particularly those 'older folk' (45 in October) like myself who are relatively new (I'm no NOOB!)to the Internet, simply think that because they don't have to look people in the eye when they say things they can simply type out whatever is in the front of their brains, post it, and go on their merry way. Seriously. I don't know how many times I've explained in online venues that one must truly consider the words they have written before posting to a public venue- because text can MURDER even the kindest of intended sentiments or questions.

Words taken in with no tone of voice, facial expression or gesture can and often do take on a completely different tone. Someone hones in on that and you have a full scale textual war going on, until someone steps in (such as your friendly neighborhood moderator or administrator) and sets things straight.

Childish? You bet your computer chair shaped ass! But it happens.

Some people are simply trolls. They run around LOOKING to stir up trouble. Others simply lack the fundamental filters in their brains to learn from previous missteps and move forward more cautiously. They simply continue to cause horrendous cases of butt-hurt and move along as if nothing is at all wrong.

The only good thing I can say about this is that it keeps things lively and proves without a double that all human beings are NOT the same. Variety is the spice of life?? Yeah.

Random Crap Bubble Number 2- is about relationships and communication.
Do you ever get that feeling that your partner/spouse/lover/BFF is upset about something but you can't get them to spill it? If you're like me and in a relationship where your 'other half' is almost your double in how they deal with things, it's a constant struggle.

Having been diagnosed with ADD last year (yes, at age 43 I started taking Ritalin, and son of a biscuit it has been GREAT!) I have learned that I have to proceed a bit differently when dealing with my relationship, because at times, the unique rewiring of my brain blows things out of proportion. But today, oh today my long suffering readers, I am 2 shakes from coming unhinged. Yeah sharing this with you is about as random as it gets, but maybe I can re-ingest the words I've written and work out a solution.

Moral of the Craptacular Ramble: If Your UPSET with me.. for the sake of all that is holy and deep fried to perfection.. TELL ME ABOUT IT. Don't stew and expect me to read your mind, not if you want the issue fixed that is! And if you're really NOT upset with me.. tell me what you ARE upset about.. maybe I can help.

Damn, I hate spending my weekend walking on eggshells.

Random Crap Bubble #3- Words: Homiegnome, Douchetard, Crunchy butt nugget, and Butt burglar.

That is all.