Vacation

So... I'm on vacation from work this week. I have plans to do absolutely nothing this week, just regenerate. It's too fucking hot to actually go out and do anything. Day 1 of vacation started out with a dr's appt. That was fun. I got to tell the doc that I hadn't been taking any of my meds for about a month. *shrugs* couldn't afford to refill them - I guess I should have gotten at least one of them refilled, or I could have put it on the credit card (which is what I ended up doing yesterday anyway). I had already gotten lectured by my mom for not taking them, when I went down to visit the other weekend, and to take my son shopping for school clothes. Mom was getting on to me, said I spent too much on my son, considering that I couldn't afford my meds. But as I pointed out to her, I used my Sears card for the clothes, and to my knowledge, Wal-Greens, CVS, Wal-Mart, Kroger, or any other place that has a pharmacy, does not accept the Sears credit card.

I also got the lecture from the doc for not checking my blood sugar on a regular basis. I don't like to do that because my finger bleeds too much. The blood gets all over me. Besides, it's usually (almost always) in the normal range, anyway.

The doctor has suggested gastric by-pass surgery to me the last 2 visits. I don't want to have the surgery though. For one thing, I haven't seriously put out the effort to lose weight. I know if I actually tried, I could lose quite a bit of it on my own. Secondly, and I know that they have made great advancements in the medical procedure and all, but I always think about the horror stories regarding the surgery. Everytime I mention it to my mom, who also does not want me to have the surgery, she reminds me about Aunt Sherry. My aunt had the surgery done, oh gosh, maybe 20+ years ago. She died 18 months after having it. I don't think she was even in her 30's when she died.

Wait, wasn't this supposed to be about me and my vacation? Oh yeah... day two, woke up with a charley horse, and am doing laundry. You may all envy me and my super exciting life now. I plan on reading this new book I bought the other day (yeah, I know... can't afford medication, but will drop $20-30 with Barnes & Nobles in a heartbeat)... Sex, Murder and a Double Latte by Kyra Davis. It's described as chick-lit mystery. Here's the blurb from the inside jacket:

"When a mystery writer cries bloody murder, everyone blames her overactive imagination...
Thriller scribe Sophie Katz is as hard-boiled as a woman who drinks Grande Caramel Brownie Frappuccinos can be -- maybe it's from a lifetime of fielding dumb comments about her half-black, half-Jewish ethnicity. ('My sister married a Polynesian! I just love your culture!') So Sophie knows it's not paranoia, or post-divorce, living-alone-again jitters, when she becomes convinced that a crazed reader is sneaking into her apartment to reenact scenes from her books. The police, however, can't tell a good plot from an unmarked grave.

When a filmmaker friend is brutally murdered in the manner of a death scene in one o fhis movies, Sophie becomes convinced that a copycat killer is on the loose -- and that she's the next target. If she doesn't slove the mystery, her own bestseller will spell out her doom. Cursing her grisly imagination (why, oh, why did she have to pick the axe?), Sophie engages in some real-life gumshoe tactics. The man who swoops in to save her in dark alleys at night is mysterious new love interest Anatoly Darinsky. Of course, if this were fiction, Anatoly would be her prime suspect..."