The turkey no one wanted

Piss on that turkey. That herb covered turkey. It's in the fridge now, with a tiny, tiny piece of breast missing, which I ate and the rest of it will probably get tossed. I got everything cooked and noticed this familiar ache in my lower back and hip and I ignored it, thinking, no, no way. Finally it got to the point that I couldn't ignore it and had to admit I was having a kidney stone attack. I decided to tough it out at home because I hate morphine, I'd do anything to avoid morphine. Lissa showed up in the midst of it and I was telling her mom I was pretty sick, by this time I couldn't stand..and Lis ran over to my mom's and informed her. Oh, gawd. Mom came over and got in the middle of it and said SHE'D watch Lissa. So, I said, fine, but, it didn't work out. They ran in and out of here all day fighting like they were both five years old. I don't know why I even agreed to this arrangement..I blame it on delirium brought on by pain. Finally Lissa ran in crying and said Tuwella called her an idiot. I told her Tuwella had no right to call her that and she was the smartest girl I know. It was just bizarre. I thought Lis must have made a mistake, but, no. Tuwella came over apologising to Lis for calling her an idiot and admitted she did it. Nice way to talk to a child. I glared at my mother and told Lis to just stay here with me. Which she did. But, she's just too young to understand how sick I was and she drug out all the holiday ornaments in the boxes and I just layed there and watched. I didn't have the heart or energy to stop her. I have garland and fake snow wound around door and dresser knobs and ornaments stuck in the sofas. It was like I gave up and went into a daze. Later she demanded a hot dog and cottage cheese for dinner. Which was good, because I couldn't have lifted the turkey again.
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Later Casey showed up, she was too full of reception food to eat anything, so no one touched the turkey. Which I thought might happen so I wasn't upset.. basically, I cooked a huge meal for myself and was too sick to eat any. At least I got a break from Lis, I could hear them laughing. Lis popped off another classic when she said she was gonna "cry in her pants." I laughed until it hurt too much. I said, I think I just cried in my pants a little. The pain never got to the screaming point like last time, but, the stress of it all brought on complications from other things. I had a really bad night. Yesterday I actually passed a stone, I've never done that before. There was a sharp pain down below, a tiny bit of blood and that was it. It was no big deal. Lissa finally went home, Casey went home because she had to work and I just layed around all day exhausted. I read that anger can cause kidney stones, so I figure I have a whole rock quarry in there someplace. Boulders.
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Today I am feeling weak and shaky, but, I'm alive and ignoring all this food. I probably should throw it out. I had a dream last night that I died and I opened my eyes and I was someplace else and Eric was there and I said "Fuck, that hurt! Did I die of a kidney stone?" And Eric laughed and said no, mom, you died of a heart attack. And he said dying hurts like a bitch. There were some old friends of mine in the back ground..they're all dead too. It was foggy there. Eric looked good, he had new designer jeans on. And I asked them, what do I do now?.. and they all said "anything you want." Then I woke up.
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Hmm. Anyway, my weekend pretty much sucked hairy balls. I think I need Doctor House, but, that fucker is too busy drooling over Cuddy and making his life boring like the rest of the world. Oh, I forgot, in the midst of all this mess, my mother sent over a clipping from a tabloid on how I can cure myself with diet soda. The dysfunction was at a level even hard for me to believe. The best part of the weekend was when Lissa took mom into the kitchen to have a private talk..we could hear them. She told my mother to "go home and give us all a break." Like I said, she's the smartest kid I know.