Late Night Whining

I need to be headed for bed, but I can't. I had a skull crusher hit me today and I finally gave in and took the excedrin. It worked for about an hour then the bitch came right back. I am not sure what's causing this, but it's killing me. I took a lorcet tonight with 2 midrin, hoping to pass put. So far, nothing is working.

We have got to get the hell out of this area of the country before I die from this crap. I feel like I am trapped with this. I am hoping this will all change when we move. I am hoping wherever we go, I don't have this flora and fauna to deal with and no smog either. If this doesn't pass, I'll be headed back tot he neurologist...Something I do not want to do. I do not want to become drug dependent for the rest of my life. I hate this. So many years of never taking anything and now I live my life by a medicine cabinet. I hate this so much. Quality of life, is so far from what it used to be. I'd planned to swim tonight...It hit me about the time I was getting ready to go. As much as I've been having of late, I dread going to my mom's for the week. She'll freak out and then I'll have that to deal with too. I get her concern, I just can't cope with it.

Prom is this weekend, I am glad to say butthead has decided he'll go. His friends pushed on him until he agreed to go. He got the tux tonight, I made him put it on. He looked so handsome. He was pissy, as per his usual. :) I know it's an act. He's really changing of late. More emotion showing through. He hugs me a lot. He hugs my husband a lot too--his stepdad.

Speaking of which, he found the plaque my husband made him. It is a gift between them. I helped with it, but it was from my husband to him for graduation. It's a baseball home plate, (wood) with the team emblem and his name on it. It has a spot for a ball on it, and we had his teammates sign the ball. Anyway, he found it in our room and actually was so very touched about it, that he got teary eyed. I know this move is hard for him to accept. He's so happy here. His friends are all here. I know it was a lot of that, that upset/moved him. But I think he realized the work that went into it, and was touched by that too. Being a teenager is so hard. You can't ever show what you really think or feel. I am glad he's reaching the end of that stage. Even more, I am thrilled he and my husband are so close. When his own father is being an ass, he always knows he has someone to look out for him.

ugggghhh, I am feeling the drag hitting me. I am headed for bed.

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