Strangeness.

Well, where to begin...Okay. Saturday. You've been briefed on my crazy neighbor. If not, check the archives if you're interested in catching up.

(For those of you not up on what's happening - here's a quick synopsis) - Now, I've been worried about this woman. She's unstable. I myself have never had any face to face interaction with her. She had complained to my landlord about noise from our apartment, told landlord too much about an argument she heard, blah blah blah, I told her off through our ridiculously thin wall, never heard a peep from her again except when she's freaking out on neighbors. Okay. One of the things she's been known to do is call child protective services on people, and since I'm having a child, I thought, shit, what if she pulls that crap on me?

Well, on Saturday she was in the laundromat when Marcellino and I went down together to throw our laundry in. (You'll remember the fiasco last week where everything was shrunk? I'm present now for all washings!) The Unabomber (that's what I call her) was there. She ignored us, as usual, until she heard us telling our friend about Jane's diagnosis. (And we were like, whispering). She came right over, and I'm so serious - she was trying to help us. She has a great holistic vet and she was asking what kind of food Jane eats and really tried to encourage us to take her to this other doctor. But I told her that she's really got the best doctor/rabbi in the world and that she's 15. She needs the surgery, there's no two ways about it. She understood, and went to get me the card for the doctor anyway. Told us she hopes everything will be alright, and then it went into a whole different sphere. She told us that she has a hormonal imbalance, and that she's terrified of Western medicine. Said it made her mother very sick. Went on to tell me that she's adopted her two dogs from a shelter at two different times, and one of them has a real issue with noise. Apparently Sasha vomits and gets very sick when she's frightened by noise. So this explains her rants and raves to the people outside - it does get pretty crazy out there (but, in fairness, you have to realize when a place just isn't right for you. There are kids in the neighborhood, a garage where a kid fixes souped up cars, etc. It's noisy.) She pretty much even told us that she's lonely. I felt really bad for her. I was very glad that I tried as hard as I did to be compassionate with her. So I guess things will take a different turn now, and I also think it will be easier for me to kind of step in when she's bugging on one of the neighborhood kids.

Next. My sister came up with a "tying off" idea for my blood testing. It works! I tie my finger like a junkie ties off their arm, and shoot. One shot, nice blood drop (except for today - had a gusher! But that's because I hit it too hard) and I'm done. And my blood sugar has been consistently good (again, until this morning - just slightly high). So we're getting there.

And now the strangest part. I've tried blogging before. Well, my favorite reader, Changapeluda discovered an old blog of mine that I'd totally forgotten. It was interesting to see it again, because I was in denial just 2 years ago about my dad. I must have been going back and forth about what my mother had said to me about how he felt about me. Well, I'm glad I got through that. The scary thing was seeing the entry about Elvis' death - my York-A-Saurus. He died nearly 2 years ago, and now I'm facing a serious operation on Jane. I hope that doesn't mean I'm going to lose her.

Can anyone tell me why rappers can never find cars I set up to get them from the airport? I'm so confused. It's like this weird cosmic thing where the car and the rapper can never be at the same place at the same time. You do this for a pop act, no problem. :) Heh heh. It doesn't make sense! Then of course I've got the car company, who's always too stupid to call the cell number I give them, and I've got the rapper, who doesn't bother to read the email I sent with the car company number on it, calling me. Who says I don't have any mothering experience?

Enough for today. I'm exhausted, and it's not even 2PM. Not good! Talk to you later!