Crazy people say some of the craziest ish

Crazy people say some crazy ish

I’m sick again. I’ve been sick since new years. Had a crazy cough for two weeks. It just went away. Then I went to the doctor because my knee was hurting (since Christmas) apparently after x-rays and various tests I have a sprain !?!? what the hell? I haven’t been running. I mean, I just signed up for the 10k yesterday.  What did I do, sprain it in the shower? Or maybe running around filling all of those bottles when I was making the lotions and shea butter and such for Christmas? Or since this has been a long term pain of sorts maybe I should stop aiming to put my feet behind my head?

I don’t know how I hurt it and you really can’t explain to your doctor that you’ve been able to achieve knee to ear status and while your man is happy, you just can’t walk right now… I wish I had a good excuse. Never the less, the doc gave me some cortisone/steroid medicine. Methrprollysone.. ok I made it up but it does start with methyl something.. anyway. It’s a steroid, and steroids do a few things besides bulk you up and heal joint pain, they cause things like weakened immune systems. Which means… that cold I had gotten rid of? Snapped right back, even though I was taking my Vitamin C.

So in the midst of this Stalker boy calls and I take this time as sick and angry as I can be (being sick pisses me off) to finally answer the phone. He called me 23 times on Saturday, too bad I didn’t answer. Anyway, I answer the phone and the crap starts flowing. I can barely talk without weezing, sneezing or coughing. I’m at my prolific best! Yeah, right. So he’s trying to talk me to death, because he finally got me on the phone and he’s telling me he’s missed me. !#$#$%$ That he wants to come and see me??? And when I say I’m sick, he now wants to come and pamper me??? My response?  “You don’t want really want to see me, I don’t want to be seen, besides that’s a sorry excuse to come and be around me. I’m sick. I don’t like people being around me when I’m sick. And you want to pamper me? I need to let a man take care of me? (This is where the snake moves come in- head wagging and tooth sucking and such) You don’t pamper and bath a sick person especially if she doesn’t want to bothered, you pamper well people! And why the FUCK do I need a man to take care of me???”

So now he’s offended that I’m pissed and then does some crazy shit. Stalker Boy offers to send me a card but concedes that he doesn’t know where I live (thank GOD) so he can’t send me a get well card….. I say, “I’m not dying, I just have a cold, I don’t need a damn card” My “friend” says he’d probably show up at the door.

Whatever the case is, he begs to call me on Friday, hoping I’m feeling better and acting like the girl he met at the club when I was working. Uhm…. No, don’t call me; I don’t want to be called… But lets see how long this last.

Did I tell you this man is 36. He’s losing the battle, as if he ever had a fighting chance. How do you nicely tell someone you’ve NEVER been interested? I guess I should have used the “I have a man defense” when I met him, but at the time I didn’t have one and was tired of lying about it.. shame on me.. I used to be better at spotting the crazy’s.

I meet all kinds and sad to say, I’m doing the nightclub gig once a week again. This time though I’m on the “alternative” circuit. So now I meet a lot of nice men who really don’t want me. Think I’m beautiful and want to touch my breast. Nothing compares in the realm of self validation and esteem boosting like some nice gay men. Seriously..

But… my two days of hibernation are over. My ten days on the Mastercleanse… lasted one day. I gotta thing about eating food/depriving myself and I’m sure eating enough raw vegetables will do the job I’m aiming for.  Besides, after you finish the cleanse you have to ween yourself back onto food. Why don’t I just continue to eat food but just make better and smaller choices? I can dig that..

We shall see, I’ve already given up meat this year. I can’t make too many drastic changes at one time.

Peace,
J.