Fuzzy's Romp Room

Hi Girlfriends.............................bet I love ya more....................... hahahahahahahahahahah

Been lookin for both of them....MIA...usually Sheila shows up more then Ducky!!!!!

waiting to hear about the dinner from hell...shit i thought it was only in my family...after 1/2 of us are together within an hour shit starts flying...and its usually ME who starts... if any one of my kids brings up their father in front of me we have an explosion..

do i have anger issues???hell yeah...and along comes bc.the huge monster that made me crazy!!!!Damn I think i need a rubber room besides the romp room

love ya.hugggggggs K

Ok....................since you all asked............................

My daughter's birthday was Feb. 5th...........she asked myself and her mother-in-law to go to dinner with her, her husband, and the 2 kids...............We had a reservation, got seated immediately.............now let me first say ...I have been to this restaurant previously with her, and another time with another daughter, and her son who lives in Chicago.

I know you won't belive this, but I am labeled a "habitual complainer".............who "moi", now I know you don't belive that for a minute..................soooooooooo..........................when the shit hits the "fans" you "duck", and pretend you don't know what i going on.

Things were going well for the 1st. 15 minutes, even though I though..........hmmmmmm, this table sure is in an odd spot.................seems like they just said "oh let's put this table here, and sit the 76 year old "bitch and complain" person there.

Well when business picked up I realized that the table was in a bad spot...................it was the "walk thru" for every f/n customer, and every f/n waiter  who had to get from one side of the room to the other......................oh and let me mention the "greaseball freak" with gray hair, glasses, and a blue shirt.............oh, and a handful of "menu's"........but I digress.......will get back to him in a bit.................

The waiter came, and told us the "specials"...................well the guy "Chew" who is on TV, told Dr. Oz. that you never order the specials in any restaurant (and he owns 8", because that is all the leftover shit, that they are ready to toss out.........nice huh..........................so I was not interested in the specials..................good thing, cause I could not understand the waiter, who spoke in some kind of broken english, and all I understood, was "salmon", grapes, and pineapple.....................eveyrthing else was foreign................................I thought............this is  not going to be good..............well I wanted "cappellini, instead of linguine, and I asked him not to have it done "al dente", to please cook it more......................I still have indigestion from the f/n undercoooked pasta.

Now in orrder, let me tell you what I endured,............there was a table right behind us, and of course I was the lucky one to get the seat on the "walkway"..................a man at least 110, was sitting right behind me, with his chair out in the aisle so far, it narrowed this already way to small "path".............at first I was getting bumped a few times.....and I was doing well..........maintaining my composure.........until...........Nancy......my daughters mother in law said ..................Good Lord.......how many times have the bumped into your chair...............then she said "this table should not be here, its way too big"..............................Ready for this.........................my son-in-law says ..........."WELL YOU HAVE YOUR CHAIR 1/2 WAY OUT IN THE AISLE, WHAT DO YOU EXPECT....................Nothing about the "110 year old guy behind me who looked like he was sitting with us..........................I remained calm..........................

This is what I had passed over my head and my grandson's...............carried by waiters................2 wooden chairs,............a massibe bin full of dirty dishes..........some kind of f/n fruit on a wrought iron tree....................humongous trays with food dishes on them........................and oh the guy in the blue shirt....................he hit me at least 5 times in the head with the f/n menu's.........................and that was only the help

Every age, gender, and size hit my chair as they squeezed through the "walkway"............I got hit with, coats, tote bags, pocketbooks, a cane, and the asses of people so huge they had to turn sidewards to get through................................and all this while Mr. Blueshirt...............was trying to rush people into their seats.......................................and if the line was held up whichi it was by waiters also trying to get through our little "hole" the line stopped right behind me..........................I was ready to invite them to join us at our table, and share my dinner.

As we were getting up to leave............I said to my daughter........"I am going to put my coat on in the lobby..........its too crowded in here"................while I was getting my "ass" in gear to move forward out of the "little hole" I was standing in.................I hear...................EXCUSE ME, EXCUSE ME..........CAN I GET PAST"....................I turned around and there was a waitress telling me to hurry and move so she could get through.....................that was it..........lost my cool, finally, which was a miracle since I take shit from no one, but remember..............I was an invited guest, and I wasn't going to piss my daughter off....

I said "NO I WILL NOT EXCUSE YOU, YOU WILL STAND RIGHT THERE AND WAIT TILL I MOVE, OR YOU CAN FIND SOME FRIGGIN WAY TO JUMP YOUR SORRY ASS OVER MY HEAD, SINCE THAT IS WHAT EVERYONE ELSE DID HERE TONIGHT...............SO THAT BEING SAID............BACK THE HELL OFF, TILL I MOVE.

At that point Mr. Blueshirt came over and said............."is everything ok".....................I said "you don't want to know, but read the "Restaurant Reviews online tomorrow"............you will be in it.....................

Amen.........................and my daughter stood there and lauged her ass off................

Sheila...............I would have done a lot worse had my daughter not  invited me..........and my son-in=law doesn't like a scene................unless he is making it........haha.......and he can do that.............I was glad he didn't get startred, or bodies would have been flying........he is 6ft. 3 in. and weighs.........240 lbs, and it is all muscle.................

I did call the restaurant the next day...............the ass on the phone who I spoke with said "Blue Shirt" was the owner......................I said your friggin kidding me, right...................I said he is rude, ignorant, and has a poker up his ass.................she said "he was just trying to run the dining room...................I said "well he keeps doing what he's doing, and he isn't going to have a dining room to run.......................

Then found out that my son's "boss" who owns 3/4 of the Delaware county area owns the property that the restaurant sits on.....................when my son heard what they did, (he is the Director of Leasing for the National Realty (who as I said owns the property), said he was going to go to see Blue Shirt the next day, and tell him who he was "ignorant" to, and that it better never happen again, if he likes the location of his restaurant................another one who doesn't take shit from anyone..............and of course you better never not be nice to "his mother"...........hahaha....................this is the son who was by my side throughout this whole deal with BC..................................He counts the days..............he told me today, when he came to bring me a cup of soup from the deli he had lunch at..........................he said .............................Wow Mom, almost a year.............and he also turned in my Scratch off tickets, and handed me $82.00 and a free ticket................He is a great guy.........

LOL Ducky!  He sounds like the perfect son!

Fuzzy--Here's another woman SO glad to see this thread! My story, long and short: unilateral mastectomy, Aug 2009. Tissue expander in at surgery,  then Gummy Bear implant put in Feb 2010. It was SO hard, felt like a rock in my chest. Immediately messed up my shoulder. Did a year of PT, on and off, nothing helped. Much extreme pain.  Feb 2011, exchanged Gummy for Silicone. Softer implant, but still pain, every day, to varying degrees. More PT.

Am back in PT, after a 6-month hiatus. The implant feels like it is gonna pop out of my chest, it hurts so much and so much pressure. Also stabbing pains under that arm. My quality of life has gone down the drain. Struggle to relax, enjoy anything, driving hurts, as does anything that uses pec muscle, like getting up off the floor. PT is making it hurt more. ARGH!!!!!!!!!

No doctor can give me a definitive answer when I say "WHY does the implant hurt???" I feel like I am losing my mind sometimes, and yes, I too want to drop the F-bomb on everyone! Esp my (now fired) oncologist who when I told her all, said, "I don't know what to tell you." Are you kidding me??? She also said with no emotion, "You could get it removed." And told me the cosmetic result was "Not even that good." ARGH part 2!!!  People try to understand, those who have never had breast cancer, but they can't really...

I have a quiet disposition, am not prone to dramatics, every day it's a stiff upper lip, but right now I want to cry from the highest hilltop: SOMEBODY HELP ME!! NOW!!! Another day in pain is gonna make me wacky!

So I look forward to humor and lightness on this thread, to share the frustration and laugh also...I was diagnosed in June 2009, and had this idea that there was a "cancer bubble;" a time in which I would be actively dealing with it, keeping strong as hell, and then TA-DA! I would be released, and like would go on! But...not so much!

Thanks for letting me vent...

Jeanie 

Good Grief, JEANIE (love that name), I hear you, girl.  SOMEthing is definitely amiss.  Only thing I can figure is I have a tender spot right in the middle of where my boob was (no reconstruct), and when I press on it, it is SO sore.  But as long as I don't mess with it, it's fine.  I figure it's either from the mastectomy stitches, scar tissue, nerve cut, whatever.  Well, let us say you have something like that, which this means you will always have this sore spot that your new boob will bother. 

SOOOOOO, my thought is you should do like me, and that's take a medicine that will kill the pain.  I take a couple life pain drugs becuz I broke my back in three places in a car accident years ago, and as I've aged, it's worsened significantly.  I take an opiate and I take a gaba drug. 

Let me talk just for a minute here about the latter.  The gaba drug is Lyrica (pregabalin), and it's specifically for nerve pain, such as people feel with fibromyalgia, and also for people like me, who have very sharp referred pain from a nerve problem in my back.  Of all the drugs I take, that one is the one I would keep.  It has a cousin, Neurontin, cheaper but lousy stuff, in my opinion.  Anyhow, you could visit a neurologist or really just your family doctor, or another oncologist in the practice yours is in now, and just get someone who will listen to you and offer you SOMEthing, and the good thing about Lyrica is most docs are willing to prescribe it becuz it's not a narcotic.  It has some sleepy dizzy type side effects that go away after a while, and it has to be increased a couple times right up front, altho some docs will give you the total right up front (it's a strong drug).   

Of course, I assume you have supportive underclothes, or maybe they could stitch in some sort of plastic elastic to work like a muscle?  There MUST be others who have the identical problem, over in the reconstruction forum, surely some smart doc has come up with a solution.  Oh, well, pain control may be your only option, I think.  And it doesn't have to be this Lyrica, becuz opiates work pretty good, too.  I feel for you, kid, and I since I know something about pain, I just had to take up some time here to tell you what you might can do to vastly improve your situation.  GG

Hi Ladies...I need the the rubber room tonight.

And some dummies to Slap them all night.

Thank You

Just for uou Sheila!

And this one.

You girls are wonderful.

I'm smiling cautiously and getting ready for my adventure.

I actually feel good inside

SLAAAAAAAP.......................................