A Visit From Splinter.
For f*cks sake I am never touching anything with milk ever again.
I am so miserable. It takes forever to get out of my system. WHY!
The charcoal does help the immediate gas bubbles and cramps, but I still feel awful. I’ve still pooped 80234 times in the past two days.
I’m relieved to know it’s milk though. I mean it’s obvious, the same thing happens each time I stupidly try to eat it. Two hours after eating it I feel nauseated, that empty sick feeling in my stomach. Exactly 24 hours after eating milk the pooping starts. (My digestive system is notoriously slow. Always has been.)
I can sit here and feel horrible while remembering that without milk I feel normal. In the past feeling this sick was depressing because I didn’t know why I was sick constantly. It was the giardia, and that’s gone. I just have to keep reminding myself that this is not the same thing. It’s clearly from what I ate, and it will pass, and most importantly I can control it, unlike the giardia sickness. The cure is to just not eat milk. Delicious, in everything worth living for…but deadly to my system.
Further updates: No word about the arrival of the insurance adjuster yet. :(
It was 3 degrees (F) last night and none of my pipes froze. Whew.
Still having anxiety-induced nightmares that the house will have to be condemned and we’ll have to move.
In reality we live in a nice house, it’s not worthy of being condemned. It’s just 112 years old and in need of some further TLC and renovations.
I hate the neighborhood, but I love this house.
Oh in my last entry when I mentioned creepy people coming in during the repairs I don’t think I was totally clear. I didn’t mean creepy people as in the contractors–they are great. I really like them, actually. The guy in charge is named Jeff. He’s probably 10 years older than me, with strawberry blond hair and beard, and sparkling blue eyes. I get good vibes from him, I think he’s a trustworthy person. His brother works with him and seems a lot more serious, but not bad either.
The creepy people reference was to our neighborhood. Remember when someone ate out of our trash a few months ago? We have a lot of drugs in our area, and we live a block away from a small homeless shelter and the government housing.
Recently Abby, my black lab mix, has been acting very strange. She’s extremely protective of me and the kids. Once a few years ago (when we lived elsewhere) I was home alone with the kids at night. We were laying in bed going to sleep when suddenly the front door flew open. I guess I had forgotten to lock it.
We heard loud footsteps in the living room. Abby was sleeping on the floor next to the bed. She jumped up and ran out of the bedroom door and busted through the baby gate in the hallway. She sent that gate flying. Then she attacked the person in the living room. We heard barking and growling, and he ran right back out the door!
There was snow all over the porch at the time and we could see a large man’s footprints in the snow going off the edge of the porch. I also heard a loud muffler as he drove away, but I was too flustered to see any car out the window.
Who knows what could have happened if Abby had not attacked him. What did he want?
Since Abby has been acting strange lately I’m paranoid. I don’t know what’s bothering her. She will not leave my side. She doesn’t even want to go out to do her business, she panics at the door and runs back into the house.
We didn’t see anything weird outside until the other night.
Our front door has a big glass portion with blinds. Tyler was at work, the kids and I were upstairs in bed. Ada forgot her bottle of water downstairs so she ran down to get it. The blinds on the front door were open by accident, I’d forgotten to close them.
Ada came running back upstairs screaming and crying in pure terror.
She said Splinter (from Ninja Turtles) was standing at the front door looking in and smiling really big, showing all of his teeth. She said he was wearing a furry brown scarf around his neck.
That was alarming.
When this happened I had locked Abby in the downstairs bathroom. She has been so panicked about not being glued to my side that she wouldn’t eat her food unless I stood over her, so I locked her in the bathroom with her food.
Before Ada went downstairs I heard her barking in the bathroom, but I just assumed she was upset that I had left her in there.
My dog is smarter than I am.
So, long story to say that is why I’m nervous about having a big open wall in my house during repairs. The last thing I want is for Splinter to crawl in here.
Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death. Amen. I am scared to pieces.
Has Splinter been lurking around outside of my house frequently? Is that why my dog is suddenly paranoid?!
I can rest assured knowing that Abby can and will eat Splinter should he come in. She is constantly on alert so that I don’t have to analyze every little sound. But still! Aaah! I also live around the corner from the police station, so they would be here in one minute.
Our bedroom closet has a bolt lock from the inside. I don’t know why. We don’t have a key to it. But that makes it like a safe room. I told the girls if anyone ever breaks into our house they should go in that closet and lock it from the inside, and not to come out until they are sure it’s the police there to help.
When Abby dies (which I never want to think about) we plan to get a German Shepherd or a Doberman since both are excellent family pets as well as watch dogs. We got lucky with Abby being a guard dog and a family dog. I never want to be without a guard dog now, especially since Tyler is at work so much.