Reverse Psychology on God.

So I was thinking today, i tend to do a lot of that when i am having a stressful day imparticularly cycle day 1 or the days before anticipating the arrival of a late friggen Aunt. And I frikken hate her.

So here is my thought; It began with a friend saying that us folks who want a baby need to not want one. We need to be geting a divorce, or just plain hate our spouse, we need to be basically falling apart at the seams for it to actually happen; Conception. Well here is a loop hole for those of you who believe in God.

For months and months and months even years i have been wishing and praying and hoping for a baby, a pregnancy just a sign that it is possible. Well, i have decided to play a trick or for a more professional term; Use reverse psychology on god. I am going to now start praying and hoping and wishing to NOT want a baby. Siting here wanting one so bad makes me believe that if it really actually happened that i prayed that i didnt weant one and it came true that once i did become pregnant that i would go back to this mindset. Obviously though that is not how it would work, if i became pregnant after not wanting a baby than how would that go? Its gotta be on somewhat of the right track since in my world it seems as though only a handful of people who are actually trying, do achieve this was is suppose to be natural process, MY RIGHT!


WTF

In rare form.

I apologize for the last blog that was written, titles Hospitals. Not my norm. I hope to achieve a higher sense of knowledge and english skills but i am very tired at the moment and as stated in the opening paragraph second attempt to write the whole damn thing. See eve nthis apology not so much, that is my que to peace out for now and write a hopefully more quick witted and more engaging story for you next time. I am sorry if you did not follow the previous Hospital for i shall sleep and regain my blogging tecnique for later on tomorrow!!

Hospitals.

Ok here goes another attempt to write this blog. I just wrote a whole bunch but it did not auto save so i lost a lot so i am tired and it will not be as good as the last. Short Side note. My husband came home last night and stayed in boston becasue i was unable to pick him up due to my dad being in the hospital. Well when he finaly arrived here in nashua at around 6 tonight he had stopped over at the hospital (per my request since he is traumatized by hospitals from when he was a kid.) and saw my dad. Well while walking down the hall a lap top jogged his memory to tell me some bad news...I as like what now? He tells me Colombia could not fix my computer either. Remember the original reason why i had stopped blogging, well guess i had screwed my puter all up by leaving it on. ( dont worry its just this model for some reason) Anyway. I get home from the hospital, he had left earlier, he is hugging me, not letting go until i am in the living room and there sitting on the arm of the chair , my computer FIXED!! Ya lil asshole...tricked me!!

So i write to you now my first blog that i think will bethe first of many to come.


Hospitals.

So since being in a hospital for a week now i have come to some realizations. A job is a job is a job. As a server for a pretty good steakhouse, and as my three followerers will fully understand, we sometimes forget things, or mess up. Oh shit i forgot the lemon in the water or sometimes hopefully rarely forget to ring in the appetizer. See In this field we or at least i feel as though "oh no you didnt get your app, YOU AINT GONNA DIE. Lets move on to the hospital setting, or for even more examples, more building of my story...a shoe clerk, sells shoes...puts the wrong size in the box you as a consumer get mad, storm off buy a pair from the prada down the road...He doesnt get fired or for even bigger build does...? OK, so Hospital for a week, not to mention with a man (my father) who has his opinions and has his ways and believe me its his way or the highway so dont fuckin tell him what to do!!! From day one in that hospital, "wow that is pretty slack" or "wtf?" (although he actuallys says it, he is not the type to talk text!. My point being the hospital cant do rthe right thing, forthe most part anyway. I truly belive they are doing thier best, but my point now to you is. In this field it really stinks that if thier mistake that is equivical to my forgetting a chowder before the fat mans meal, and getting yelled at and the empty glass gets shaken at me like i am some kind of slave...ends in death there is such a bigger pressure to this job. A simple one 10mg given of blood thinner hepifron i believe is its name, well how about they mislabel it and it turns out o be 100mg...Thats 90mg over the suggested dose. Is that the equivlant to my chowder mishap. NO. it might be that easy to mess it up, my fat man can do without his chowder but the fat man that is having a blood clot is now losing what is the consistency of water out of every orifous of his body...(orifous, spelling?)...Is it fair to say give them a break...they are human too!! i feel weird saying it espeacially since my dad is in the hospital as i type and i would delete this in a heartbeat if they did something to screw with him. I guess maybe there is a lot of money in this field, but i bet if you put my income against an aides in aint gonna be that much of a difference and that SUCKS Aids take so much shit from the patients and the nurses they get it from both ends, kinda like my dad milk of magnesia and an anema!!!