my parents are visiting me in Portland Oregon today. They are here for a week. The weather’s been pretty hot so I’m hoping to use their swimming pool at their hotel at least one of these days. Also, we are hoping to go to the beach tomorrow if we can get a car to rent. Although all the cars that my dad was looking at are booked already and reserved for the day tomorrow, which is Friday. So we might look into going to the beach later this weekend or on Monday. We will have to leave early because it takes a while to get there, at least an hour and a half, and we would like to spend as much time at the beach as possible. BB will love it and I am looking forward to bringing her and having her see the ocean and the sand for one of the few times in her life. I’m sure she will get a kick out of it and I am looking forward to seeing her reaction to it. Also the whole time I’ve lived here in Portland Oregon I’ve wanted to go to the beach and I can’t wait to see it and see how it compares to Bodega Bay in California.
I am happy I don’t really have anything to do but a little but of homework. I need to memorize my flashcards for my Ancient Art class, draw for my Typography class and read for my Sex & the Family class. intermittently I might go to the store and buy some more juice for my vape, watch TV and workout. But I am really all about school this term and don’t want to waste too much time running around the city and going shopping and spending money that I don’t have at Target and Nordstrom. I bought some expensive makeup at Nordstrom the other day and I need to save my money for my Uber rides to the doctor and to the hospital for my stomach ulcer.
It’s just so nice to wake up without having a stomach ache that I feel like I want to go out and do something fun. I should probably start going back to AA meetings so that I have someone to talk to and to make sure that when I get home that I will be strong enough to resist the temptation of getting high and drinking with my friends. Because sometimes when I go home I end up getting high and using with my buddies. I know this is a terrible thing to do but I am an addict and that’s what tends to happen when I want to have fun and get around old familiar places, people and stuff, it just inevitably happens to where I end up getting intoxicated. Mostly because I feel like celebrating because I feel like I deserve to get high after I complete school.
I hate it but it’s true, I am an addict and I don’t want to use. Using drugs and alcohol have always been my downfall in my life and it’s always very dangerous because it’s like playing with fire and I do feel guilty about it when it happens. I feel like I not only do I hurt myself but I hurt those around me. I guess AA meetings would be a good solution but I have to admit that sometimes it doesn’t work. We will see what happens. It’s like a catch 22, because I know that if I start going to AA meetings then I feel very guilty when I use dope. And not only do I hurt my self when I use and destroy my life but I hurt those who love me the most like my family and all those people who have been supporting me and helping me through my journey. It sucks being an addict.
It is midterm time and the end of the Spring Term. Feeling burnt out? Yeah you could say that in the least! I’m getting so tired of school and just can’t wait for my Summer vacation. I am having low motivation on completing my homework. Just pushing along hard enough to get by at this point, but I want to keep my grades up so I need to work hard and not slack off at the end like I always do.
I know I can do this. I just recently broke up with my boyfriend and I miss his dumbass very much. He really was a sweetie and a good person but not good to me while he is using drugs and in a different mind state. I was always worried about him and wondering what he was doing while high because he gets into these crazy antics and I’m practically two states away from him while I’m up here in Oregon and he’s close to Nevada. I have to admit that I really really miss him. And it makes me sad that when I go home next month for a week during Summer break that I will probably not see him, especially if he is still using. I don’t know, it’s complicated, but it’s probably best if I just leave him alone. Well I have 2 essays to work on and a summer job to look for so I have to get busy and start working on those.
Not to mention my stomach ache that I’ve had for the past two weeks. It’s been excruciating! Seriously painful. I went to the doctor and she said I probably have an ulcer so I’ve been drinking Mylanta like a Mo Fo. And it only seems to help for a little while. Soon, this coming week I will be getting an
ultrasound on my tummy to see what’s going on in there. Plus it makes me bloated and I feel like I look like I’m pregnant which makes me feel uncomfortable and insecure. I have a BOFO (you see my stomach befo’ you see my butt), because my stomach sticks out farther than my ass. How embarrassing! Anyway I hope to get my health taken care of so I can concentrate on my studies and not worry about all the pain I’m feeling in my abdomen.
I have had a stomach ache for the past 2 weeks. It could possibly be an ulcer from being stressed out about school all the time. I have been to the doctor at school about it and they wanted to take my blood for it. Although, since I am a so-called “hard-stick,” phlebotomists usually can rarely get any blood from me. I’m not sure and am ashamed to tell them that I used to be an I.V. drug user and that’s part of why they can’t hit my veins.
The school clinic even offered to pay for a taxi for me to go to the E.R. at the nearest hospital, but I had to go to class and really didn’t feel like getting probed and prodded, even though this stomach ache has been killing me for way too long. When I lived in California and had a special phlebotomist take my blood at my usual clinic, she was always able to get blood out of a vein I have on my finger. She was an old pro. Her name was Penny and she is retired now so when I had to get my blood after she left there was only one other lady there that was good at getting me. Yet last time I went to the Indian Clinic they had to take my blood out of my leg. I guess this is a big no-no in the phlebotomist community because when I tell them it’s probably easier to get a vein on my leg they say “oh no, we can’t do that.” I’m totally discouraged and want to take the needle myself and try to take the blood on my own.
Now that I live in Oregon I am trying to get set up at another Indian Clinic and yesterday they couldn’t take my blood either. This time they want to take my blood for the Hep C treatment that I had about a year ago. They want to make sure that I still do not have Hep C anymore. I am so lucky that I was able to get that treatment for free because it is a 3 month treatment and you take one pill everyday. The pill, if not covered by insurance, is $1000 per pill! So I really hope that when they test me for Hep C this time
that I am still clear of it. I will have to go to a special lab that they are sending me to so they can take my blood there.
God, I was really stressing on this midterm because I have a 68% in this Ancient Art class. Which means I need .2% to get a passing grade, a “C.” The class is not built very well for my style of learning. It is a lecture class and we have to memorize a lot of things. Like we get about 40 flashcards a week and then get tested on them. Having to remember names, dates and locations out of forty, obscure objects isn’t my favorite thing to do. Yet I am getting 2 “A’s” in my other classes. I really hope I get a good grade on this midterm, so I do not get put on Academic Probation.
I was going to write a poem
But I realize writing poems is just not me
Whatever and so um,
I figured there’s nothing else to do other than sleep
So I I’m writing my first poem please bare with me
As I don’t know what the hell I’m doing
Or how I will leave
you. I might be rambling and I might keep on going
For I’m not a writer and I’m definitely not no poet
I won’t pretend I know or that I enjoy it
I won’t even pretend like I know it
But I have to admit boy it’s
Fun trying to write a poem
When you don’t care
Or when you don’t even know them
Yes I feel bad for the share
And I hope you don’t care
That I’m not a poet
And I guess you would know it’s
I can’t write poems
So if you read this I’m sorry
I tried but I hurried.
It was fun now it’s done
So now you can feel relieved
And go take a pee and think about
How dumb this poem was