When I found out about this whole deployment thing I was terrified of what the future held for Alberto and I, I was unsure of what to think, I was panicing even when my husband was still in the states. When it came down to me driving him to the airport I was over powered by postivity and happiness, I really couldn't wait to . I figured it had finally begun, no more talking about it or thinking about it,it was here. I thought ok, now his is there and time will fly by.... I tell you, I prove myself to be blonde everyday. The days have gotten longer!! And time just creeps by, I wake up all night long, and that's even after I take a vicodin. Im not a pill popper or anything, I had a bad tooth removed, so im in a lot of pain:( Anyway, after about a week and a half of the positive go lucky attitude, I had a melt down, it was horrible.. And what started it was so stupid, I have been watching the housing market, and for some reason that day it hurt. I realized I missed my apartment, I miss my husband, I miss our perfect little lives. Thank God Burrito called me that day, it made me feel so much better. But the truth is I can't always be positive, my days aren't always going to be fun and full of things to do. Even though I fill the brim of the hours in a day, with stuff to do, I can't say it helps time go by any faster..
I have bought a gym membership since Burritto left though, I can say that helps me out a little bit, but not much, at least I will look smoking out when the hubby returns...LOL
I am terrible at this blogging and journaling, I will admit it... I have so much stuff to write about, but also forget to get online :{!
I want to end this blog by saying congrats to Stephanie, on She who Waits.. Im so happy that your hubby is gonna be home soon! Congrats truely!!
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Sunday, March 2, 2008
Bank Of America
OK B of A is on my last nerve! Burritto has a credit card and a checking account with this place. Truthfully they're not my first choice, but we kept the checking account so I could use it for spending money. That's not really the part that's bothering me, it is the credit card side of it. I have sent them my Power of Attorney twice. The first time they would not except it because it was not the original, so I went into the Bank. The banker called them, they said it would be ok to send a copy of the Power of Attorney. So I waisted another stamp and sent them another copy. Yesterday I got a letter in the mail, saying they would not except a copy, only the original..... GRRRR!!! Why, is this??? Everyone else I have dealt with has taken a copy and put me on the account.. So now what do I do, fly to Delaware to show them the original, do I go back into the bank and raise hell?? I can't do anything with this account, they won't let me..... I think B of A can seriously kiss my butt!! I am sorry, but they have no right to request the original, it's not like the attorney gives you two originals come on! We will not ever have any services through them again, ill will tell you that!
Missing Out
I remember asking my burritto what will both him the most about being away from home. He said the things he would miss out on. Of course I jumped to defense and said I would not do anything the whole time he is gone, but unfortunately that is not possible even if I tried. I have realized things do happen no matter what.
At this time I still can't come out of the house, unless I am going to work. My life has been really good, for the past month I have kept myself pretty occupied with my hobbies and family.
Monday the 4th of February, has actually been the worst day since he's been gone. I was suppose to work a whole day of over time, which is totally cool, cuz I could use the extra cash. All weekend my chest had been really bothering me, I had horrible stabbing pains going through my chest, but like the blonde I am I ignored them. Which by the way is not only a blonde move on my part, but incredibly stupid. I have had severe asthma for the past ten years.
Anyway, Monday morning I got up & went to work, my chest seemed to have cleared up, until about ten and all of the sudden I felt like someone had just stuck knives through my lungs. I stopped what I was doing, crabbed my chest, and sat there. I took a couple of puffs of my inhaler, but it was to late my teeth had already started tingling and I was going into panic mood. I tried to mentally talk myself out of the asthma attack/panic attack. That was not happening, I took more puffs off my inhaler and emailed my mom. I let her know my chest was hurting really bad, she said use your inhaler. And of course I said Hello Women Ive tried!! By the time she got back to me it was to late, I was suffocating. I had my coworker call her, to let her know I could not breath. By the time my mom got to my property, I couldn't even walk, it was so embarrassing. I had to get help out to the car. I was crying, I was so embarrassed and in so much pain. I spent all day in the ER, I'll tell you what the people there are so rude, the way they talked to me was so not necessary I could just feel they didn't care , in fact they lost me three times!
I left my phone in my desk at work, so I could not get a hold of Burritto to let him know what has going on. By the time I got it he had called me and sent a few emails. It was so sad, I had to tell him what happened over the phone, he got pretty upset and angry. I never have any asthma attacks when he is around. I can't complain about that, it is so expensive to go to the hospital now days and time consuming at that. After he freaked out, he made sure I was ok, now he makes sure I am taking my meds and doing my breathing treatments. But the point of this story is we all think about the time we will miss with our loved one, and the conversations will miss out on, but what about the little things we won't be around for. Before Burritto left it was not about what stories I would not be apart of, but the sleeping with out my hubby, and the eating dinner alone and I have to do chores. I really am a spoiled brat to tell you the truth, and now all of that is null and void for the next year :(. But now that I have some good stories to tell him I understand that he was right, we are missing out on so much, and it really does hurt!
At this time I still can't come out of the house, unless I am going to work. My life has been really good, for the past month I have kept myself pretty occupied with my hobbies and family.
Monday the 4th of February, has actually been the worst day since he's been gone. I was suppose to work a whole day of over time, which is totally cool, cuz I could use the extra cash. All weekend my chest had been really bothering me, I had horrible stabbing pains going through my chest, but like the blonde I am I ignored them. Which by the way is not only a blonde move on my part, but incredibly stupid. I have had severe asthma for the past ten years.
Anyway, Monday morning I got up & went to work, my chest seemed to have cleared up, until about ten and all of the sudden I felt like someone had just stuck knives through my lungs. I stopped what I was doing, crabbed my chest, and sat there. I took a couple of puffs of my inhaler, but it was to late my teeth had already started tingling and I was going into panic mood. I tried to mentally talk myself out of the asthma attack/panic attack. That was not happening, I took more puffs off my inhaler and emailed my mom. I let her know my chest was hurting really bad, she said use your inhaler. And of course I said Hello Women Ive tried!! By the time she got back to me it was to late, I was suffocating. I had my coworker call her, to let her know I could not breath. By the time my mom got to my property, I couldn't even walk, it was so embarrassing. I had to get help out to the car. I was crying, I was so embarrassed and in so much pain. I spent all day in the ER, I'll tell you what the people there are so rude, the way they talked to me was so not necessary I could just feel they didn't care , in fact they lost me three times!
I left my phone in my desk at work, so I could not get a hold of Burritto to let him know what has going on. By the time I got it he had called me and sent a few emails. It was so sad, I had to tell him what happened over the phone, he got pretty upset and angry. I never have any asthma attacks when he is around. I can't complain about that, it is so expensive to go to the hospital now days and time consuming at that. After he freaked out, he made sure I was ok, now he makes sure I am taking my meds and doing my breathing treatments. But the point of this story is we all think about the time we will miss with our loved one, and the conversations will miss out on, but what about the little things we won't be around for. Before Burritto left it was not about what stories I would not be apart of, but the sleeping with out my hubby, and the eating dinner alone and I have to do chores. I really am a spoiled brat to tell you the truth, and now all of that is null and void for the next year :(. But now that I have some good stories to tell him I understand that he was right, we are missing out on so much, and it really does hurt!
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