The New Towels.

Exciting news!(well, for us anyway) we got new bath towels!(pictured here) We got 5 new ones in various colours( my faves are the purple and the orange) after years of sad-looking pathetic worn-out old ones(pictured below) all shabby, ratty with holes in and so thin you can see your hand from the other side and no absorbancy anymore the new ones were soooo welcomed! They're really nice too they feel almost like a luxury; nice and thick and soft and have nice "treads" on them too to soak up the water and towel you off nicely and so snuggly cozy and warm; I wrapped myself up in one and it was just heavenly and it felt like after surgery or after you have a baby and they put a nice pre-warmed blanket on top of you at the hospital and it just feels soooooo goooood and you snuggle in and it's just the best cozy warm comfort-y feeling ever. It had been so long I had actually forgotten what nice proper towels were supposed to feel like. I was so used to having crap, so "conditioned" to everything just being falling apart,being broken, worn out, etc. it's just become the "norm" but at least we do use things right to the very end, until they literally are falling apart.

After 2 days of baaaad constipation and pain in my abdomen and back as well as white-hot pain in my right side so bad it makes me gasp and takes my breath away(and feeling like I'm going to throw up as well) and 4 laxatives this morning I *FINALLY* did a bit  of shit but still only a small thin "Tootsie Roll" size log, not what it should be considering and up until now it was only a couple of rock-hard butt-nuggets and now my ribs and abdomenal muscles hurt too from all the hard pushing straining and effort trying to go and the hemmoroid is back again,too,, and it does make me wonder though if there might be some sort of twisting in my colon (esp. given that I do have IBS and Divurticulitis) or even an obstruction of the bowel, perhaps from a tunour or adhesions, like bands of old scar tissue from previous surgeries perhaps? Why didn't the laxatives work otherwise and what's causing it in the first place? It seems like some sort of blockage causing a "log-jam" in there and all the shit's backed-up and it's trapped and can't get out....??? I feel the need to go and I feel "full" but when I push nothing comes out and all that effort and no results is frustrating!Maybe I need an enema? I'm literally full of shit!!

Yesterday my hubby also offered Buddy some of his gross homemade food I call Swill (because it's only fit for pigs) but he sniffed it, turned up his nose and walked away! Even he wouldn't eat it and he licks his ass, so it's even worse than ass(HA!) and I hope that none of my kids are stupid enough into getting the vaccine either; they're all 18 and older except for the youngest who is 14 and I won't allow him to get it as I don't want them to risk getting sterile, blood-clots, myocarditis, DNA altered,etc. or even dying; it's just not worth it, and I saw on Twitter too a guy posted about Canada : If I have to flee on a home-made raft I will; I will literally risk my life if I have to to get the f*ck out of this shithole!!!! It could have been written by me! That guy is my Brother From Another Mother, and last night the 14 YR old was supposed to put out the garbage and recycling for pick-up today too(it's his job).....but this morning I saw only recycling out there and my mother excused him(as always) that there "wasn't 'enough' garbage to put out" only half cans" and not enough for a full one....so I told her all he had to do was pour one half-filled can into the other and make one full can, and put it out, it's not rocket science, so now I'll have to wake him up this morning to do it before pick up......but oh, no......there's no way she'll have me wake up her Precious Prince early and to -gasp!- do work- so this morning she got up and did it herself, just like she always does, just so that he doesn't have to do any work, pampering him like always(and then complains she has "too much work" but does it to herself.)She always "swoops" in and takes over too, inserting herself and picks up the slack (as she puts it) when she doesn't like how I do things or doesn't agree or thinks I've failed in some way and "cleans up" my "mess", etc.She calls it "helping" when it's really interfering, over-stepping boundaries and taking over, and she thinks she's a "martyr" too and acts like she's some sort of super hero or something, always having to jump in and save the day. She really is something and always makes me feel like I've never been good enough.

Whenever you find yourself on the side of the majority, it is time to pause and reflect.- Mark Twain