Tuesday, May 20, 2008

so glad one of us made it











Lots to say, tho I bet I forgot most of it already...

I went to Ocala with Greggie! We went because he had to see some counter-makin' material- he is redoing the kitchen counter at my parents' house. Also, we went to see Greg's parents, and that was pretty awesome. His mama is an awesome cook- she made this potato stuff, it's called kugalis (I prolly spelled that wrong) and it was fucking glorious. It was a really fun trip, we spent the night at his folks' house (after going swimming in their not-cold-but-awesomely-refreshing pool) and I got my 'done at the Ocala clinic the next morning. Then we almost got lost getting back to his parents' house and then they made us breakfast which was also delicious.

Then we went to the counter-and-tile "showroom", I think the company was called Jetta Stone, and Greggie was asking the salesman lots and lots of questions while making me take notes on the answers. I take good notes usually, but I was so tired and bored (surprisingly enough, I don't give much of a rat's ass about counters and edging and backsplashes and seamless sinks) that I ended up kinda falling asleep. Greg laughed at me for that. Then we went to the Jetta Stone factory, which was also boring to me and fascinating to Greg. Construction workers... whatever, right? He asked to take a factory tour, but I ended up waiting outside because there was a lot of weird shit in the factory air and I didn't want to breathe it in- I told the worker dude that I was pregnant and he said maybe I should go outside. No argument from me! I already smoke cigs and weed- thats enough foreign substances through my lungs to the baby. Plus, I wasn't exactly super interested.
Then we went back to good ol' Palm Beach County, on Tuesday. I stayed the night with him in the camper and went to my house on Wednesday. What a fun trip- even if it was to see a showroom filled with counters and sinks, I like going places with Greggie. He agreed to go to a concert with me in a couple months: Disturbed and Slipknot are headlining. Nice, huh? I do like the death metal, and Greggie isn't much into it but he also likes going places with me (or so he says, ha ha) so whatever.
My shoulder got fucked up about 2 weeks ago, and it keeps getting worse and worse. A couple nights ago it was hurting so bad that I was kinda graying out- my brain went blank and I felt really spaced out- so my mom insisted that I go to the stupid emergency room. Of course they didn't do a fucking thing, which pissed me off a whole bunch. It's an injured shoulder, and I can't fucking STAND doctors looking at something that simple and throwing their hands up to the sky: "oh lordy, I've never seen anything like that before!" Like it's a medical fucking anomaly- give me some gosh-damn flexeril! I know I can't have narcotics, hell I told them straight-out I wasn't after painkillers. Buncha fruitcakes.
This morning I went to an orthopedic doctor for the stupid shoulder. It's my right shoulder (of course, since I'm right handed) and by now it's completely locked to my arm. I can move the arm from the elbow down, but above that I can't even barely push it with the other arm. Typing isn't bad, cause I can still "chicken-wing" my arm while typing, but the fingers on my right hand have already went numb. Gay, huh? Anyways, the doc says I most likely have a torn (or somehow messed-up) rotator cuff which might need surgery, but he won't know for sure until I get an MRI, which I get on Friday. He asked me if I wanted an x-ray, but that might be dangerous for the kiddo.
This baby has beat some odds already and fuck if he isn't perfectly healthy! I say "he" because it's easier than typing "he or she" every time. Also, I'm pretty sure it's gonna be a boy. No one told me that, I just have a feeling. I even have an awesome boy's name picked out... not that I'm telling. I got a girl's name too, but neither will be revealed until after he's born. Superstition of some sort. I feel him punching and kicking when I lay down to go to sleep, and sometimes while I'm chilling and watching TV. Today I was watching King of the Hill (my favorite cartoon now that Family Guy sucks the big hairy one) and working on the baby blanket I've been making and suddenly the baby starts kicking/punching/headbutting me right below my belly button. The little bastard! Hurt like hell, but it was still cool. Feeling the little guy move around inside me hasn't lost it's novelty... at least not yet.
Well Greggie I know you wanted a big bullshit story but I didn't have it in me. My creative bone is on vacation or something- yeah. Greggie is of course the photographer behind the pictures, which were taken at the pool that I have access to where I'm living now. I'm getting H U G E, no?
The other day at the park I seen my friend Shane. Remember the chick I wrote about on here before, Kimmy Dixon? The girl I used to work the streets and get high with that got killed? If not, see here:
Anyways, Shane was her boyfriend for many years. He was a homeless crackhead-ass junkie needle freak, but he was one of the only homeless crackhead-ass junkie needle freaks that I trusted completely (the other one is the old man that I posted a picture of myself with last month- Chuckie). Yeah he was addicted, but he was always good people. Didn't steal from his friends, always shared even when he barely had anything (shit- one time he split a dime rock three ways even though nobody asked him for a hit!), got me off the streets when I was too high to be running around, etc. He went to a Christian "rehab" program (not 12 step crapola so obviously it isn't the ONLY way- lord I hate that NAzi bullshit) and he's been clean for quite a while. I think almost a year now. When I saw him- wow! He looks so fucking different than before, seriously. He looks great. I got permission from him to post this link, which is his graduation speech from the program he recently completed:
GO SHANE!!!!! I'm so glad one of us made it.

12 comments:

Anonymous said...

Sorry to hear about your shoulder - that BITES!! You look really pretty in the first set of pics with the trailor, and in the last shot of you coming out of the pool. In the other shots by the pool you look high and your track marks are bad. You're still pretty though. Congrats to your friend, Shane for beating his addiction. I hope you're able to follow in his footsteps, if not for you, then for the sake of your baby. Good luck!

G.I. said...

im glad your boy got clean...you're doing excellent and everyone is so proud of you! imo the best thing to clean up tracks is that jig cocoa butter stuff...yes it will make you smell like an 84 coupe deville with the cosby family riding across the country but it will do the job. much love from G.I.

Anonymous said...

Good job getting on the done. Way back when you first found out you were preg I was the one telling you to get on it. It's whats best for baby and it will work for you if CPS gets inloved. Not to worry you they probaly wont as long as you dont fail a drug test. Which they do at birth by the way so lay off the pot in the end.

Anonymous said...

I THINK YOU LOOK GOOD , HEALTHY ! IM VERY HAPPY FOR YOU ! JAMIE

Jake said...

I'm curious. As your kid starts growing up, like all children, he'll be FULL of questions. So are you going to tell him the truth? Will you tell him you are a heroin addict and a prostitute?

Anonymous said...

Are you not paying attention Jake. She is not a heroin addict or prostitute anymore and thats whats important.

DwS said...

Hey Shelly, just read your blog and saw the pics...you lookin' good!

I post all the time on the 'phile, and just found out this bullshit that went down there...I hope it's temporary, as I miss you there already.

I'll look in on ya here, just to see what's up...

Anonymous said...

"but I ended up waiting outside because there was a lot of weird shit in the factory air and I didn't want to breathe it in- I told the worker dude that I was pregnant and he said maybe I should go outside."

You are really pathetic, and anon, learn to read, she still is a whore "on the side" and on mmt- same as heroin only legal. And you are an idiot if you believe she is not still doing heroin. And smoking pot every day also means you are a drug addict.

Anonymous said...

Hey I dated Michelle last year before she got hooked up with Greg. Greg put her out to work twice as hard to support her habit and his. She gave great head and I was sorry she got off the streets in. I miss those encounters with her. She loved Japanese food and I used to take her to her favorite place after she took care of me.

Coke Addiction Kinda Sucks said...

You're looking good! Sorry about the shoulder. I would suggest various drugs, but you're prego, lol! By the way, that trailer does NOT look trashy at all, although the pic with you inside looks like a little mouse trying to fly the Death Star:P Hey, if y'all ever drive that beast up to "TY" park in Hollywood, look me up - I live right by there. Peace.

M. said...

Hey girl, just happened upon your blog and loved what I read. I've been where you are with the methadone and pregnency and it ain't easy. I love love love that you're not afraid of what others may think and say what you mean. A girl after my own heart.

Anonymous said...

"Who got Shelley? Shelley got Shelley!"


She so stupid that she can't see that everybody got Shelley, except Shelley herself.