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Twice in one week is too many!!
Thursday, September 8th, 2011 12:42 amI am TIRED, and I can tell you that I have done absolutely nothing to get that way. Except, you know... breathe. Or try to, at least.
And my mother yelled at me. Twice. TWICE!! Yesterday, and today!! Let me tell you something, my mother may be 84 years old and getting a bit dithery, but the woman can still verbally dress you down like a six year old caught with a hand in the cookie jar!! Oy!!
She ripped me a new one yesterday for not wearing a face mask when I went out to pick up the kids from school, "I know you hate wearing them, Auntie, I know you don't like them, but you can't afford to get sick! Not with the crap insurance you have now!! You put that mask on, young lady, or I'll come up there and make you wish you had!!"
Then she called me late this morning: "Do you have a face mask? Do you have it nearby? Do you have your inhaler?? Do you have your nebulizer and meds ready? What? You don't have medicine for your nebulizer? Auntie. WHY DON'T YOU HAVE MEDICINE FOR YOUR NEBULIZER???"
"Um... b-because we have crap insurance?" I ventured tentatively.
It's a good thing we were on the phone, because I'm pretty sure she would have been hitting me with it. In fact, I'm fairly certain she was reenacting that scene from "Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood" where the mother and the daughter hang up on each other and start banging the phone receivers against the furniture.
I know, it frustrates her greatly, and I know she's worried. I mean, she actually threatened to come up here and take care of me!!
I made sure, when it was time to pick the Impossible Son up, that I texted the Flaky Sister with, "Tell Mom I have my filter mask on," and I sent her a photo as proof.
And yeah, I hate wearing them, though I do admit the necessity, especially now. When I was first diagnosed with asthma twenty years ago, I had to wear the damn things every time I wanted to go outside, because I was that sick. I had just recovered from a nearly fatal bout of pneumonia, and I was basically allergic to the planet. I hated the mask because of the assumptions people made. Didn't help that I had lost a great deal of weight, too. *sighs*
Anyhow, I wore my mask, and... yeah, didn't help much. Because the smoke is everywhere. And so is the ash. Very, very, very fine particles. You see it as a faint haze in the air, and you taste it as a bitter tang at the back of your throat. My inhaler? Yeah, not helping.
I am keeping my fingers crossed and hoping like anything they get that fire put out! Because seriously, nearly 800 houses destroyed?? Way to go, Governor Good-Hair!! Still thinking that cutting the state volunteer fire department budget by 75 percent was a good Idea?? NOW I know why he wanted everyone to pray for rain! With all the cuts, the only hope of putting out these damn fires would be a rainstorm!!
I swear, if any of you, ANY of you vote for that man, I will hunt you down and make you wear extremely lurid and hideous crocheted accessories for the next five years!! And eat zucchini. Lots and lots of zucchini!! WITHOUT SALT!!
And my mother yelled at me. Twice. TWICE!! Yesterday, and today!! Let me tell you something, my mother may be 84 years old and getting a bit dithery, but the woman can still verbally dress you down like a six year old caught with a hand in the cookie jar!! Oy!!
She ripped me a new one yesterday for not wearing a face mask when I went out to pick up the kids from school, "I know you hate wearing them, Auntie, I know you don't like them, but you can't afford to get sick! Not with the crap insurance you have now!! You put that mask on, young lady, or I'll come up there and make you wish you had!!"
Then she called me late this morning: "Do you have a face mask? Do you have it nearby? Do you have your inhaler?? Do you have your nebulizer and meds ready? What? You don't have medicine for your nebulizer? Auntie. WHY DON'T YOU HAVE MEDICINE FOR YOUR NEBULIZER???"
"Um... b-because we have crap insurance?" I ventured tentatively.
It's a good thing we were on the phone, because I'm pretty sure she would have been hitting me with it. In fact, I'm fairly certain she was reenacting that scene from "Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood" where the mother and the daughter hang up on each other and start banging the phone receivers against the furniture.
I know, it frustrates her greatly, and I know she's worried. I mean, she actually threatened to come up here and take care of me!!
I made sure, when it was time to pick the Impossible Son up, that I texted the Flaky Sister with, "Tell Mom I have my filter mask on," and I sent her a photo as proof.
And yeah, I hate wearing them, though I do admit the necessity, especially now. When I was first diagnosed with asthma twenty years ago, I had to wear the damn things every time I wanted to go outside, because I was that sick. I had just recovered from a nearly fatal bout of pneumonia, and I was basically allergic to the planet. I hated the mask because of the assumptions people made. Didn't help that I had lost a great deal of weight, too. *sighs*
Anyhow, I wore my mask, and... yeah, didn't help much. Because the smoke is everywhere. And so is the ash. Very, very, very fine particles. You see it as a faint haze in the air, and you taste it as a bitter tang at the back of your throat. My inhaler? Yeah, not helping.
I am keeping my fingers crossed and hoping like anything they get that fire put out! Because seriously, nearly 800 houses destroyed?? Way to go, Governor Good-Hair!! Still thinking that cutting the state volunteer fire department budget by 75 percent was a good Idea?? NOW I know why he wanted everyone to pray for rain! With all the cuts, the only hope of putting out these damn fires would be a rainstorm!!
I swear, if any of you, ANY of you vote for that man, I will hunt you down and make you wear extremely lurid and hideous crocheted accessories for the next five years!! And eat zucchini. Lots and lots of zucchini!! WITHOUT SALT!!
