Between puppy sitting, a very large undisciplined three month old dog that likes to jump on me with his pink thing hanging out, and being crampy and feeling like there’s a honey badger taking up residence in my insides… been kind of lonely.
Royally and immeasurably pissed at S.O., which I assure you is very much deserved. After rescheduling my IUD insertion appointment the THIRD time, S.O. couldnt get the day off, even though I told him SIX WEEKS AGO and he forgot so he only put in the time off like two weeks ago…
“Well, I can come and check on you Friday night, but I have to leave really early on Sunday because it’s Mother’s Day”
At that point I really don’t want to see your face.
I made the mistake of watching videos of the procedure on youtube, because I’m a masochist, and reading stories online.
Essentially — 90 seconds of comparable child birth pains, knowing very suddenly and painfully where your uterus is in your body, embarrasingly and loudly shouting “fuck”, vomiting and/or fainting.
No local anesthetic shot… they tell you to take some advilabout an hour before.
I have a standing script for tramadol for back pain that I never use… might have to call some in.
Also, S.O. agreed to pay my copay for this foreign pregnancy-preventing object.
But by him flaking, it means he’s not.
More angry about the flaking than the not paying — well, shit. Actually the not paying is part of the flaking, it would seem.
Also, I’m not thrilled about the driving myself home after going through all of those thing listed above.
More worried about the vomiting and/or fainting than anything.
Haven’t talked to him since Friday.
I did use obvious girl code for letting him know I was pissed — “you can do whatever, I dont care.”
Guys, if your female S.O. ever tells you that, she’s pissed.
So yeah, my weekend.
Also, according to FB, a bunch of my mutual friends in town went blueberry picking today…
Guess who didn’t merit an invite?
I’m just kind of having an “I can’t even” moment with people right now.
I watched a Thoughty2 video about how receivng “likes” on social media is comparable to doing drugs in a brain-chemistry-dopamine kind of way, while not receiving likes or affirmation from peers on social media mimics depression in the brain.
I kind of want to delete FB for a while. But Messenger is my primary way of communicating with folks because of polter-phone.