| horrid wake up call... |
[22 Sep 2006|09:41am] |
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so this morning as i grogily awake from a strange dream i notice Lewie chewing and an unfamiliar object...i take the white very chewed, almost unrecognizable plastic from him and attempt to analyze it with my unfocused eyes...as i struggle to get my eyes to work the only thing i can make out from the bottle are tiny little words that read "consume"...as i flip and turn the plastic piece in my hand i see a small dot of a purple lable on the other side, as my mind becomes less and less fogged by sleep it quickly comes to me, the object to which Lewie has been chomping upon is a very empty Pamprin bottle..."fuck!" i exclaim in utter shock..."shit!" i begin to loose it as i look at the size of all of my 5 babies and think what just 1 of the "all-day pain releaver" tablets may do to them...i try to tell myself they'll be fine and that at worse they'll just get really sick and their bodies would expell the over consumption for them...so my next action is to throw the bottle away and possibly find the pills that were in there...i pick up lily and head for the living room...i quciklyu spot the "child safe" lid on the couch...clutching lily close i go closer to inspect things further...and sure enough, right there next to the the lid and in the cracks of the couch are, what looks like, all the pills...i had remembered there weren't that many pills left since i had consumed most of them myself the past menstral cycles before...only about 2 of the pills had proof of someone attempting to eat them...i quickly grabbed them all up with one hand, while lily wiggled and tried to get out of my other hand to probably grab them up as well...but her wiggling was no match for my "maternal instinct" to keep her safe...and now all of the fiasco is in the past and all i'm left with is the horrible memories of the worse way to wake up ever in this house...but i guess since i'm up so early now, i can really finish cleaning my room...as i was asked to this morning...
*yawn*...i guess i'm done...sorry for all the spelling mistakes jessica! we all know i fail at that!
oh! weird little thing! so last night on my way home from jessica's, i didn't feel like driving alone, and i was trying to think of someone to call, and i haven't talked to Puma in hella days, so i almost felt like calling him, but i remembered a conversation i had with weed-creep-o, who told me that i need to stop assosiating with him and that makes things easier, and yeah, you guys get it, so instead i talked to p-chis, since i haven't talked to him in hella days...so NE ways...i get home and yeah...and then around 2 something in the morning i get a call from a private caller...i was like "cha?" and then i answered and it was some guy and he was like whispering...and i though it was silent creep-o! i was like wtf?!? so i was like "albert?" and he was like "this is fremont" and i was like what???? (remember he had just woken me up)...and he was all "this is fortino"...but it hella didn't sound like puma...he had an accent! (or atleast i think so)...so NE ways...i got up and turned down my tv and got back on the phone....and i was like who is this? and he was all "Fortino" and i was like "you don't sound like puma" and he was all "that's cuz i'm drunk" and then he said something and all i remember is my responce was "cuz you never call my at decent times" and then i hung up and he called back but i didn't answer and i just went back to sleep...so yay for tay! cuz after that he stopped calling...
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