Fucking hospital

Just spent three very lousy days in the hospital. On a good note, I talked to my baby a lot. On a bad note, I got no rest whatsoever, felt like shit, and had 4 different diets in 3 days. Really hospital people? Hi carb, then no salt, then diabetic, (no I'm not), then normal. I didn't feel like eating anyway, but that's beside the point. Home now, life goes on.

Life As I Knew It Left Me

Welcome to my first post. My name is Lovey. I'm well almost 44, which I used to think was ok, now since I'm madly in love with a much younger man, I wish I was 20. I have 2 girls in college, older than my fiancé, btw. Age is just a number, that's what he says. I try hard not to focus on it. Somehow is creeps in occasionally. I'm basically crazy, or so I think. I have tried to off myself several times, and have spent lots of time in psych wards. Bi polar, depression, they are terrible things. I love to cook, so some recipes may be saved here, for the bitches who are always fucking calling me for them. Reading, video games, surfing, snowboarding, the ocean, and saving dogs, seem to be some of my other passions. I'm a very firm atheist. I don't want to offend, it's just me. I have 5 sisters and one brother, a very invasive family, with which of course, I do not get along with very well. My lifestyle is not traditional enough for them. Fuck them. I have lived all over, Alaska, Cali, Washington, Oregon, and the hellhole of the earth, Missouri. I have loved and loathed the snow, rain, humidity, thunderstorms, heat, freezing, dark, and sun.
I'm pretty much a very private person. My feelings seem hard to escape the fucking insane craziness in my head. My Sweetpea, gets the most out of me, even he gets frustrated.
I have to get my day on now, my babies are waking up. More on those babies later.
Sunny fucking days to you.
Lovey