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Robin Williams. His tragic death by suicide was a blow to our entire nation, but our family took it especially hard since we’re all still working our way back from my suicide attempt earlier this year. I’ve been very emotional, and it set Michael and John back a hard-earned step or two.

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 The timing was especially bad since my final appeal with CIGNA, my disability insurance company, was denied late last week and I already felt like I was on suicide watch with the constant calls and texts, and then John started school Wednesday. I really wanted something resolved before he went back to school just to give him a sense of security so he could concentrate more fully on his classes. Instead, we have contacted the Commissioner of Insurance and an attorney who’s comfortable suing insurance companies. Meanwhile Michael’s still working seven days a week and I’m applying for every type of aid available to get us through financially until someone with authority to write me a check agrees that I’m disabled.

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I never have allergy or sinus problems except for a couple of weeks in the Fall (probably leaf mold) but right now I am miserable. I can’t breathe, I have a horrible cough, and nothing I take helps. I even got John to help me completely de-fur the house last weekend, hoping it was a dog thing, but nothing changed . . . well, my house did look cleaner for a couple of days, so that was nice.

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I realized this week that I hadn’t heard in a long time about an anthology in which some of my writing was to be included, and when I pulled up the old emails for the title and searched Amazon it turned out it was released a year ago! Not that it makes me any money, but it sounds nice, doesn’t it? It’s called Dysfunctional Family Stories if you want to take a peek.

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I was listening to tidbits of the news on morning while Michael was getting ready for work, and There was a poll asking how many Americans had taken a vacation during the previous year. Considering the lousy economic status of most Americans these days I thought that was interesting enough to put on many glasses and turn up the volume. The answer was about 70%, which was higher than I would have guessed, but it still saddened me. Everyone deserves a vacation. Not necessarily anything fancy, but at least a few days away from their regular routine. That got me thinking about how long it had been since we’d taken a vacation. It’s been seven years. Since John is fifteen, I think he’s only been on two vacations in his entire life. That is just wrong, and I’m going to figure out a way to make sure he gets to go with his band friends to New York for Spring Break this year. I don’t know how, but I’m going to make sure it happens!

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High school back-to-school shopping is not as much fun as when the kids were little, and we may actually not have to buy anything since I loaded up on stuff at the clearance end of back-to-school last year (Yay, me!) and Aaron, for the first time in seventeen years, doesn’t have to go back-to-school shopping at all! I do remember my first year out of college and in the real world at back-to-school time, and I shopped anyway just because I love school supplies.

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I was planning on writing more every day once John started school, but so far that hasn’t happened. The upper-respiratory stuff on top of the pain is just exhausting. I can hardly keep my eyes open to read!

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I’m a voracious reader, so I’m limiting myself to my favorite five books read in the last month and linking up with Anne at Modern Mrs. Darcy (she hosts Twitterature the fifteenth of every month).

Chop, Chop (Chop, Chop Series Book 1) Chop-Chop Christian YA. Sweet, and painful in the complete and overwhelming way only teenage experiences can be. Has a Happily Ever After, though, and I hear there are more books in the series.

Top Secret Twenty-One: A Stephanie Plum Novel Top Secret Twenty-One You’d think Janet Evanovich would have run out of material for her Stephanie Plum character by now, but this one’s just as laugh-out-loud funny as the rest. Best of Book goes to Bob, the dog.

The Saint: The Original Sinners Book 5 The Saint Fills in the backstory so well, while leaving a very important question dangling until the end – Tiffany’s such a tease!

Second Chances: A Ro Davis Mystery (Young Adult, Psychic Mystery)  Second Chances I have to say I enjoyed the this sequeal even more than the original. Fabulously unexpected plot twists, too!

Unholy Bonds: A Novel of Suspense and Healing (The Appalachian Foothills Series Book 2)  Unholy Bonds Loved this for so many reasons. A very emotional book, and one that touches on many sensitive issues. Best book club book ever – could be analyzed for days!

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Hot Mess Week

by Angie

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I was all psyched up to see a live performance of The Breakfast Club last weekend, one that included a very talented friend of John’s. What is it with me and plans? I honestly can’t remember the last time something I planned actually happened. *sigh* Anyway, I ended up watching the movie version Sunday night, and it was awesome (as always). It came out in 1985, and I was part of the class of 1984, so it really hits home for me. Especially since there’s a meeting tonight in Lexington I’ve been invited to attend to help plan my thirtieth high school reunion. We had one at ten, or maybe twenty, but I didn’t go. I loved high school like nobody’s business, but when it was over it was over. I don’t have my maiden name on my FaceBook page, and I only keep in touch (at all) with about a half-dozen of the six hundred people I graduated with.  Three of those people were bridesmaids at my wedding. Weird, huh?

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 This being Shark Week, I couldn’t turn on the TV without catching Jaws at least once. The problem is, if I catch it early enough in the movie I have to watch until the “You’re gonna ned a bigger boat” line. It’s an OCD thing, I know, but I can’t help it. And while I was watching I noticed Richard Dreyfuss playing solitaire on the deck. With a pack of cards. How many years has it been since you’ve played solitaire with a pack of cards? Do you even have a pack of playing cards in your house?

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There was some sort of country music show on this week – can’t remember the name of it, but it was at a football stadium in Nashville and it was awesome. I don’t need to keep track of when any country music awards shows or specials come on, because my mom always calls to tell me so I can set me DVR.  Little Big Town had some college’s drumline on stage with them (couldn’t read their T-shirts to see whose) and was like, well, a Reece’s peanut butter cup. You’ve got country music, and that’s awesome, and you’ve got a marching band with a great drumline, and that’s awesome, but you put them together on the same stage and there’s just no word for it. I made John and Michael watch that part with me, but as neither are country music fans it wasn’t as exciting for them. I did text Aaron to look it up and watch it on You Tube a few days later – he had a better appreciation for it :)

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The PGA Championship is here at Valhalla this weekend, so I’m taping coverage for Michael while he’s at work, and cheering for Rory McIlroy, my personal favorite golfer. He’s adorable, Irish, and his mom almost never watches him play the last day of a tournament because she gets so nervous. And Nike shoes are now allowed back in my house since he signed with them. I put a ban on all Nike apparel when Tiger was their big spokesperson. I could do a whole post about why I don’t like Tiger, but let’s just leave it at his attitude and behavior proving he has no place in a gentleman’s sport.

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John went in early to marching band practice a couple of days this week because our carpool buddy needed to be there early. I thought it would be a great chance for John to get in some solo practice time, or to invite other bass drummers who needed help to meet him there early for practice. Of course when I asked him what he’d done with his extra time I found out he’d taken a nap behind the tubas. Seriously.

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I think I have to accept that I have lain down my role as nurse and taken on that of patient. Yes, I do still have some useful information rattling around in my head, but a majority of it is outdated or incomplete. So what do I say when/if I show up at this thirty-year reunion that may or may not occur when people ask me what I do? I’d like to say I’m a writer. Can I finish one of my books and get it published before then? I dunno.

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Here’s the actual ‘hot mess’ portion of my post. Because I had a horrific dental abscess and cracked tooth that required extraction earlier this month I used more of my pain pills than I normally do. Not more than I have prescribed, just more than I normally use. For some reason, the number of pills that can be prescribed every month is significantly fewer than what I might need. So it came down to the last week before I could get my next refill and I realized I didn’t have enough to get through. My dentist had offered multiple times to write a prescription for pain pills, which I refused. Kentucky law is adamant about patients on narcotic pain meds having them prescribed by only one doctor. Period. They will not fill a scrip from another doctor, and I strongly suspect that would be a good way to end up with no one willing to write me a scrip for pain pills. So I toughed it out. In case you’ve ever wondered, hydrocodone withdrawal (other than the excruciating pain) is like peri-menopause . . . times ten. I’ve been an evil bitch all week, my emotions are all over the place, and the hot flashes are so bad I’ve been tempted to sneak into a nearby restaurant’s walk-in cooler and just live there until Saturday morning.

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