Sunday's Soap Box

Happy Sunday to you all! I must say I am sad that I missed my F you Friday post, but instead it will be combined with my Sunday's Soap Box... enjoy!



Dear Old Fuck in the Dr.'s office parking lot,




I am not sure if you noticed the large amount of snow that is retardedly plowed around the medical group lot? Or the fact that there are about 20 parking spaces for about 80 cars?



Or that when I did get out of the car, I was sporting the "hostile woman without coffee, running late, haven't eaten yet look?"



You must have missed that.



So because I chose to invent my own parking spot at the end of a row, you feel the need as you are LEAVING the fucking lot (leaving folks, yes leaving. SO my new and improved parking spot is of no concern to this ass hat) you need to roll down your window and yell..



"Hey stupid bitch. That is not a fucking parking spot!"



... there was no pause from me. The spew that came from my mouth had no hesitation, I was not witty, but I was crude. I responded with...



"Listen here, you cock sucker, mother fucker, ass hole. In no fucking way does my fucking parking have any fucking thing to do with you! So go fuck yourself. You old ass douche bag mother fucker"



... he pulled back in shock. And drove away.



Yes I was loud. Yes I was vulgar. But if you know anything about me, or any mom at that stress level, I had no food (I am hypoglycemic*) I had no coffee, and I was running late. Plus after the wellness check up I was headed of to get my tooth grounded to nothing to be fitted with my temp. crown. Not excited to say the least, about the day ahead of me.



I was by myself because we took separate cars, I fell behind Spaghetti who had the kids, I needed to catch up, because he couldn't check Weaky in with out the new medical card, that I had.



Needless to say I did catch up to Spaghetti, he was lucky enough to view my ever so unattractive fit of rage in the parking lot.




Embarrassed? Nope. He was though, made me feel bad for swearing. Fuck that, that guy was a douche bag, and needed to know that I will not have some old ass fuck rip me a new one because he is having a shitty day.



My parents were at the doctors office too, with Frances (she fell down the stairs last week) thank GOD they didn't hear me. But my dad did say he was concerned that the old guy could have pulled a gun on me (the paper had a story bout a guy who fell in Chicago, and these strangers were laughing at him. So he pulled a gun and shot one in the ankle)



I told my dad the asshole was lucky I didn't have the gun, since I was clearly the loony in the situation.



Either way. Fuck you to the old ass fucker, keep your retarded opinions to yourself. This little pixie is way to Feisty of a mother fucker to be reckoned with.



And thanks to no one for your support that day. A simple hug would have been better then acting like I was an embarrassment to the world.



Thanks to the random receptionist who also had to hear my story (I edited out all the words and just said I was upset and yelled back) your empathy meant alot to me.



And to Aerial who is also hpyoglycemic and totally got me. And said she would have done the same. That is why your my girl, and you get me.


*Hypoglycemic (not diabetic, they tested me with both kids)

But here are the symptoms?

The symptoms can be different depending on how low your blood sugar level drops.


Mild hypoglycemia can make you feel hungry or like you want to vomit. You could also feel jittery or nervous. Your heart may beat fast. You may sweat. Or your skin might turn cold and clammy.
Moderate hypoglycemia often makes people feel short-tempered, nervous, afraid, or confused. Your vision may blur. You could also feel unsteady or have trouble walking.

If I bolded something, that is my symptoms. It's usually cause of not eating. I know my dad has it too. It sucks, but as long as I eat I am ok.