July 5th, 2011 (07:49 am)
Listening to: Social Distortion
Just noticed it's been a week or so since my last entry. I've really been slacking on the lj front lately. I've just been so swamped by off line life that I haven't had time. I've not even been checking my facebook everyday. It's just how it is. Last week was an absolute nightmare.
After Lobo's Mom and Mike's wedding things just unraveled for me. I spent Monday and Tuesday lending money, running errands, paying bills, and focusing on getting Lobo's car fixed. So, by Wednesday morning, when I got up to go to work, I was broke. I haven't been broke in so long that I didn't even know what to do with myself. It was nuts. Wednesday, I go to work, I'm stressed out. I get a call from my mom telling me that the sister that I haven't spoken to in about 2 years has an aggressive cancer. As soon as she is approved for Medicaid they are going to start her on Chemotherapy. She is only 20 years old. So, needless to say, that really fucked me up. I love my baby sister but we had a bit of a falling out and I dunno... it's all a mess. So, that is eating away at the back of my head all day. Also, I started my period Wednesday morning, I woke up with a sinus headache, and by Wednesday it was obvious that I caught the stomach bug that my niece Sarah had at the wedding.
Thursday, more of the same. My mom called me at work with more news on my sister. My coworker was being annoying. Blah blah blah. I get ready to leave work and there is a screw in my tire. I use my triple a to have them come out and put my donut tire on. Then I gimp my car all the way home at a whopping 35mph. I rode with my flashers on because I was going below speed limit and wanted to let other drivers know it was okay to pass me. At one point I pull over and some lady yells, "Turn your lights off, asshole." I got so upset by this. I was just doing to polite, oh and legally mandated thing to do. Just another reason to loath CT. Apparently, having manners and following traffic laws makes you an asshole. I wonder if that disgusting, piece of shit would have not hollered like a drunk man out of her car window if she had know all that the week had given me.
Friday morning I get up at the crack of dawn. I shower, dress, and head to the tire place. Turns out the tire was destroyed. They won't just patch it. I raise a bit of a stink. Last thing I need is to spend $125 I don't have on a tire! The guy was sympathetic to my plight and ended up charging me cost for the tire and no labor. He'll never know how very thankful I really am for that. Otherwise I would have been fubared...
So, I come home after the whole tire thing, just long enough to grab my laptop, book bag, and lunch. On my way out the door, I missed the last 2 or three steps. Rushing, not paying attention. I land with all of my weight and the weight of my bags about 2 feet down, all on my right ankle. 5 days later and it still hurts. I'm writing it off as a sprain. I may have torn something, or worse, broken something. However, with no kind of insurance and no money presently, there isn't a whole lot I can do about it.
Saturday was work as usual. I was stressed, limping, frustrated, etc. However, it was an otherwise good day. Made a some money. It was good.
Sunday, we had a normal Sunday. Went to different second hand stores looking for the last couple pieces Andra needed for her CosPlay costumes for Connecticon. She's going all 3 days. Lobo and I may go on Sunday. We both have to work the first two days of the Con so we'd only get to enjoy the last couple hours of it, if that, if we went on Friday or Saturday. Either next year, or the year after, I would love to get a booth in their artist section and sell prints and amigurumis. Though, I'll just have to wait and see...
Monday, was Independence Day. Lobo had wanted to just stay home and do his thing. Instead, I dragged the family over to his sisters house. They were all mumbles and grumbles about it until we actually got there. Lobo slowly started to relax and have fun. By the end of the night we realized we had stayed a couple hours longer than we had planned to and we all had a good time.It was a really pretty good day. Paula and I got in some good "women talk." I am going to try to make it out to visit with her more often. She and I both need it, I think.
So yeah. Now that those of you who care are up to speed, I'm going to bandage up my ankle and get motivated. I have so much to do today that it isn't even funny...