The Inmates Run the Asylum

It turns out the spells Papa is having is related to his congestive heart failure. So they tweaked his pacemaker/defibrillator to help. He was doing well yesterday and in a good mood. The thought he was going to be able to come home today.

However, today he had a couple of more spells and they moved him to ICU. They changed his medicine which made him sick and made him cranky. But he's doing better for now. They're running more tests and he's got to have a CAT scan to gauge his leukemia (I forgot he has that; he's not taking treatment for it) to see if his lymphnodes are swollen.

So, we'll see. Just taking it one day at a time.

I'm feeling very irritable today, particularly with sound. Everything's grating. Even music, which is normally my refuge, is too harsh. The radio is not the answer for me today.

I've got my fan on. The white noise is so far the most comfortable noise today and it keeps all of the other noises out.

This all really started last night and I thought I was just cranky because I hadn't been sleeping well (surprisingly, not due to nightmares caused by watching Friday the 13th movies all week). I let myself sleep in today, but that didn't fix it.

I don't know what's causing this but I hope it goes away soon. I don't like feeling this way.

I come to you, dear flist, on bended knee asking for help and advice.

My mom was nice enough to let me use her computers and internet while I was without and as such, had to endure my blathering on about the Cubs. Honestly, it was only fair since she was the one who made me a Cubs fan in the first place and I grew up listening to her rant about Paul Assenmacher (you'd think the guy tripped her Grandma or something; even today, if you mention his name, it sets her off).

So, Mom decided to give me an early Christmas present in the form of Cubs tickets, only she couldn't decide what game I wanted to go to, so she's just giving me the money. My excitement lasted until I told my dad, who grunted with disapproval and did not make any comment. This told me two things: 1)my parents will always act like they just got divorced yesterday and 2)Dad doesn't think I deserve to go.

This year has been rough and he's had to help me pay my bills a few times. I don't like asking him for money, but life is full of things I don't like doing and I plan to pay him back at some point (I owe him a lot of money from him helping me out over the years). He doesn't like asking me for money either and even though he didn't say so, I know he thinks that because I asked for money I don't need to be going to Wrigley, even if someone else is paying for it. I know he wants me to use the money to pay my bills (I imagine he wants me to get a "real" job, too, but that's beside this particular point).

Mom gave me money last Christmas to buy clothes. I spent it on bills. In fact, I spent all of my Christmas and birthday money on bills. I haven't been able to afford to do anything big since DragonCon '08. I really want to go to Wrigley. I need to go to Wrigley. I need to get out of my house, get out of my town, and get some happy juices flowing. But, if I go and then have to ask Dad for money again next month (any amount of money, even five bucks), the shit is going to hit the fan.

So I reason the only way I'll be able to go is if I make sure I've got money to pay my bills next month, which means I've got a little less than 3 weeks to come up with about $250. If I can't come up with the cash, then the money Mom is giving me to spend on tickets is going to have to be spent on bills. Again.

This is where you come in, dear flist. No, I'm not asking you for money. I know I'm a rotten and terrible friend, but even I have my limits.

But, I do need help getting the money. I'm already selling stuff on ebay. I'll be putting more action figures up in the next few days (wrestling, Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings) as well as some magazines (Wrestlemania collector's issues), if you know anyone who might be interested.

However, that stuff hasn't been selling well lately and I can't guarantee that eBay alone will get me the money that I need.

I've thought about putting up some short stories up for cheap downloads, but honestly, I don't think I've got the promotional skills and popularity to make much money off of it (I'm still willing to give it a try, though; every bit of pocket change helps).

Aside from that, I'm not sure what else I can do. Does anyone have any ideas that don't include prostitution? I say that not because I look down on streetwalking as a distasteful profession, but because, let's face it, hookers work on commission and I've never been good at sales. To be honest, right now I probably couldn't give it away.

So, anybody got any money making ideas or can help me sell my stuff? I'd really appreciate the help. I know everyone else is going through stuff right now and this is really kind of a frivolous thing to ask for, particularly since the mess I'm in is truly a mess of my own making, but it would mean everything if I could go. I swear, I'll be a grown-up responsible adult and get a real job and trudge off into that zombie wasteland of maturity just as soon as I get back from the game.

Please, help this depressed fat girl get to Wrigley Field.

( Day 165...Still No Internet )

In other news, McGee got into a fight Wednesdy night and got rolled pretty good. She's got a sore spot on her side and broke off a tooth, which Dad had to pull. Dentistry is McGee's least favorite thing and believe me when I say we've done a lot of it on her.

She's feeling better today, though, but she's still milking it for all the treats she can get.

As well she should.

With Carrie's help on the laundry end of things, I got my closet rearranged from winter to summer. I put away all of my sweaters and pulled out all of my tank tops and t-shirts.

Honestly, I predicted this wouldn't happen until June. Not because of the unstable weather, but because of my own laziness. I'm impressed by my sudden bursts of productivity.

The next few days around here are booked. We'll be dogsitting for Zasu this weekend. She should be dropped off sometime tomorrow morning. Also, I hope to go see the nieces soon since Smurf's birthday was Monday (she's four!) and we haven't given her presents yet. I realized there was no rush when Mom said the only thing she was really interested was the cake.

But first on the agenda tomorrow is getting a new toilet seat. It's situation critical around here if you sit to do your business. The damn things cracked and if you're not watching your weight, you get goosed. Those with delicate bottoms in the house (if you think this is my first broken toilet seat, then you also think the moon is made of green cheese) have demanded that something be done ASAP. So a toilet seat will be acquired tomorrow.

And lastly, I've been having trouble with Twitter lately and I'm not sure when I'll get it straightened out. I haven't abandoned it. I'm just having trouble reading and posting over there at the moment.

There, I think everything's all caught up.