Another Biopsy

My daddie goes in for another biopsy December 26th. It also happens to be his birthday. Hopefully, this time the doctors will get enough of a sample of whatever they need to get a sample of to find out if he needs a bone marrow transplant. My mom has requested that I join her for the festivities. As always, I will be there for both of them.

Probation Lady: Take II

While working recently, my probation lady called, saying I had missed my probation appointment. When I reminded her that during my first & supposedly last visit she said I did not have to visit her again, because I was on administrative probation, she replied that she was not able to get me into that program. Therefore, I had to visit her again on the following Thursday.

I marched in the following Thursday. She basically explained for paperwork purposes I had to have a pee test every three months, along with stopping by briefly to visit, before leaving. She again pointed to the huge pile of files on her desk & shook her head, saying the state was wasting both of our times.

I really have no problem visiting her at all. In my head, it’s just another chapter in my book. Besides, I think she is kind of cool.

Biopsy Completed

My mother called a few minutes ago to let me know that my daddie had successfully completely his biopsy. The procedure will let us know whether or not he will need a bone marrow transplant, as a result of being treated for his non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma with chemotherapy. Sadly, my mother said she would not get the results until December 4th. However, because my mother is a nurse at the same hospital he is being treated, she may have access to his files as early as Tuesday, although she is not positive.

Dancing Nekkid!

I am currently dancing & singing nekkid, while listening to Pandora, in my old boyfriend’s closed gaming store, as he entertains his mother for Thanksgiving dinner at a local restaurant. I did not want to go with him, because they have somewhat of a cantankerous relationship. Every time I have been with them, there is an underlying hostility, although I am sure they love each other. So, I requested to be left behind.

It took him a bit to get used to the idea, considering I am technically his guest & he thought he was being delinquent in his responsibilities, if I was left alone. He even texted me several times, while he was gone.

However, I am absolutely thrilled to know I am probably the most entertaining & hottest thing this Geek store has ever seen!

HAPPY THANKSGIVING EVERYONE. I hope you are dancing nekkid somewhere too!

Aren’t I a stinker?

I plan to head to New Jersey for the Thanksgiving holiday. An old boyfriend wants to take me to the Macy’s Parade in New York City.  In addition,  his 20^th high school reunion is the day after Thanksgiving. I told him some time ago that I would go, dressed skanky; to make all the boys who made his high school days miserable jealous, as they sadly displayed their morbidly obese wives who no longer give them blow jobs. Aren’t I a stinker?

A Failing in my Personality

I finally chatted with my mother, when she was sober, about my father’s cancer. She was completely logical & calm, saying that she did not need me to visit, until she knew for sure something was wrong. This is the woman who raised me, not the inebriated one I spoke to the day before. I could tell she was in her no nonsense “nurse” mode. I will go ahead & listen to her advice & sit tight, until she has further news.

I have learned that I do not like being around sick people. They make me feel helpless, because I cannot help them. In my father’s case, I would not stay away, simply for that reason. He is the exception.

I realize that such a notion is a failing in my personality, which is a bit odd, considering I was raised by a nurse. I have an old boyfriend who was chronically sick, with epilepsy, sleep apnea, & other assorted ailments. He was the first sick boy I ever dated. He will also be the last. 

When I was with him, I was always concerned something was going to happen, such as a seizure. I also got am icky feeling in my tummy, when I saw his army of medication of the counter of my bathroom, when he visited overnight.

Whoring & Dating

Recently, a member of the escort industry contacted me, wanting to develop a personal relationship. As I tell everyone, please go to OKCupid to get started. Most people do & then they fall short of my standards for seeing me in person. However, he took me up on my request & now I am screwed. I know that we had a connection in the industry. I did not know that we are more compatible then I realized. The only problem is he still participates in the industry heavily, whoring whenever the funds allow. 

I really want to remove myself from the industry completely. I believe my arrest was a bitchslap from the universe & my cheek is still healing. He on the other hand, loves whatever the industry has given him. I cannot see him staying away from it.

I have no problem with my partners seeing whores. In fact, I think it’s rather healthy, as long as everyone is honest about it. My problem is I know he is a gossip or at least he was when I chatted with him. He likes whores because they make him feel important for a short period of time. He says that would not be the case. However, I do not know him well enough to judge that. My instinct tells me to just let this one go too.