So for those of ya who've been wonderin' (many thanx for tryin' to keep tabs on me, Biker Baby....and I'm real sorry I never answered yer other emails) yes, I'm still alive. Perhaps not so well, but still here nonetheless.
So first and foremost, no....there have been no additional deaths since last I was here. I don't THINK so....at least, none that I may slightly care about anyway. I dunno if I really coulda handled any more, but what the hell.
Secondly, yeah, I'm still a freakin' mess, but the upside is that I finally found a new PCP (primary care physician)...one who doesn't talk to me with its back turned and who doesn't just hand me the same ol' refill scrips without payin' any kinda REAL attention to the actual problem. This new doc is pretty damn good so far....a female, which is unusual for me, but she does EVERYTHING...from ENT to GYN and even then some.....so considerin' the fact that I ain't had ANY kinda GYN work since my last baby was born (1992!)I think I've met my match. The doc already got me mammo'd (same results as last time only this time I'm refusin' another "butcher biopsy") and she's really pushin' for me to finally give in to proppin' my swollen feet up in them stinkin' stirrups so she can go searchin' in my body's deepest darkest places that NOBODY'S been in for a few years now. Hey, she's lucky I let her see my tits for crissake. It's a start.
Some more news from outta The Bowels is that MDJ is now in therapy...thanx to the above PCP. On my very first visit to her she caught on to my depression and she acted on it. The last asshole doc I had I went to for at least 13 years....but I reckon with yer back turned to me most of the time ya just can't quite catch on to the full scope of whats goin' on with yer patients. Anyway, so I go to therapy once a week, altho durin' my last appointment the therapist eluded to the fact that she wonders if I am REALLY and TRULY depressed, or could it be somethin' ELSE...then she went on vacation for two weeks. Looks like another idiot I'm gonna have to constantly deal with, but I'll be seein' her retarded ass again on Tuesday, so I reckon this'll be one of those TBC (to be continued) situations.
My youngest son turned 18 on July 1st, altho he still ain't gotta damn job. He's addicted to this damn computer....up all night, sleeps all day.....and he has no desire to really get crackin'. I'm gonna crack him upside his head if he thinks he's gonna live with ME the rest of his damn lazy life.
My youngest daughter has a new boyfriend, only its one whom I'm notta real big fan of since he's in the same damn boat as I am, only much much worse. For starters, he's damn near MY age (she's gonna be 26 on 9/27), he's been in 'n outta jail just about as often as my older son has (whose still out 'n about, thank you God!), he's got ONLY a part time job takin' out the garbage a few times a week someplace in NYC, he's on a real high dose of methadone AND he's still shootin' dope like a...well, like a dope fiend! My daughter calls me up constantly cryin' about this fool and I constantly end up screamin' at her 'n hangin' up on her...cuz she NEVER takes my advice and just looses this asshole. She conveniently forgets what *I* went thru...how bad it was with my own demons AND with the asshole men that *I* used to bring home from time to time. Well, like my dearly departed Mother always told ME "you made yer bed young lady...!"
But the BIGGEST news from here in The Bowels is: Rip is gone. After almost 10 years of our semi-long distance datin' goin' back 'n forth between The Bowels and Berlin, NY, he sold EVERYTHING....our house and the entire contents of, the bikes, the cars, EVERYTHING!, and he moved down to North Carolina. He got broke while waitin' for his UNION job to finally resume again, and I reckon he got disgusted while waitin' for ME to finally make the permanent move up North to Berlin. So he just up 'n left me :-(
And that stupid bitch therapist says I'm not depressed.
Well folks, this is where I'm gonna end for now, for I desperately need to go blow my nose and grab a cup of coffee. I reckon ya've noticed that I'm hardly online anymore (thanx to my computer-hoggin' son) but I do try to access Facebook from my cell phone as often as I can. You can check me out under the name of Donna Jean Rocchio (and for all you sociopathic stalkers who may be lurkin' out there, here's a warning: I wouldn't try it if I were you!) and thats about the best way to contact me these days. I still do check my email from time to time, but not as often.
So thanx for tunin' into MeanDonnaJean's Looney Tunes Lifetime channel.
Catch ya'll on the rebound!