April 19, 2004

The Real Problem

I've been thinking.

Ever since my appointment with the doctor today, I have been brooding and stewing over things that are out of my control.

I'm not a little angry. And, I'm really tired today. I let this mood get the better of me.

You see, I don't want to be off work for another 4+ weeks. I just moved in here. I want to stay here. Disability doesn't cover all my bills. I have to renegotiate with my ex and his attorney so that I get a little reprieve from paying child support while I'm out from work. (Yes, I said I'm paying child support - keep up, let's move along.) Then there's the timing of the surgery. Most likely, I'll be spending my birthday feeling like crap. My birthdays tend to suck anyway, do we really need to add insult to injury? I don't think so. The surgery is painful. I'll look horrible. I'll feel horrible. It's my birthday. You do the math.

I want someone here to pamper me and help me recover and I don't have anyone who can do that. That makes me crankier.
Now, here. I'm going to finish this little pity party and get all my crabbing out at once.

My car started sputtering again today. The left rear tire keeps going flat. There's a seal that's not sealed and I'm going through oil like crazy. Gas prices are too high.

My vacuum cleaner (I only have one now since I killed the other) is trying to die. I can't find the special allen wrench for my son's bed. I'm itching today. I'm still not unpacked and I'm beginning not to care anymore. My mom will most likely ignore my birthday again this year and that makes me sad. I'm tired. The CD I ordered weeks ago still isn't here. Did I mention I was itchy? The battery for my cell phone has disappeared off shelves everywhere. I'll probably end up having to get a new phone. The battery for my regular cordless phone for the house is no longer available so I'll probably have to get a new phone there, too.

Worst of all though, Anton's site was down all damn afternoon. It's back now.

I think I've completed the bitch. Time to go find some happiness.

Yes, bitch over. I just remembered. May 19th, Biruté Galdikas is speaking at the zoo on orangs. I'll treat myself to that for my birthday and I won't care if I look like I was beaten with a baseball bat.

Things are okay now.

Posted by DaGoddess at April 19, 2004 11:54 PM
Comments

After reading this post, I've absolutely no complaints about my own life. I hope that someone can be with you, not only for your surgery but also for your recovery. Isn't there some way you can postpone it to a day *other* than your birthday?

*hugs*

Posted by: Cindy at April 20, 2004 08:10 AM

Hon (said with a Baltimore accent),

All I can say is:

*HUGS*

Madame B

Posted by: Madame Butterfly at April 20, 2004 08:22 AM

*BIG HUG*

Maybe I could add some spam names in here to cheer you up? OK, we have Sumner Smith, Sheridan Wilson and Thalassa Lewis. Let me know if you want more.:)

Posted by: Orchid at April 20, 2004 08:23 AM

you need a link to a wish list on your border! That way I could send you a birthday card and gift and try to make you feel better!!!

Posted by: beth at April 20, 2004 09:28 AM

Think anyone would notice if I disappeared for a month to visit a sick friend?

Scratch your back, rub your feet, feed you ice chips?

Posted by: Anton at April 20, 2004 12:28 PM

You paying child support sucks donkey balls, but it's better than having your child eating ramen 14 times a week. Unfortunately, that's still probably happening and your ex in squandering your cash, the bastard.

Spending your birthday feeling like crap sucks donkey balls (and in this case it's adding injury to insult. The insult is that as you get older, you're supposed to look older, but you have dodged that bullet so far.)

The surgery will be somewhat painful, you'll look less lovely and you'll feel horrible... for a while. Then it'll get better, and then even better than that.

Not having anyone who can pamper you sucks, but putting up with some man's bullshit can suck even worse

Put some "Fix-a-Flat in your left rear tire to keep it from going flat; The secret is to drive around afterwards (up and down the coast with Rex?) Going through oil like crazy could be related to the sputtering. As the auto shop if they have any "quick fix additives" when you get the "Fix-a-Flat" and save it until you take it to a car lot to get a new vehicle. Gas prices will go down closer to the election; The Bushie knows how to manipulate voters.

Take a dead appliance, break it into pieces and put the remains near the vacuum cleaner overnight. You'll scare it into functionality. Take a screw from your son's bed in with you to the auto store, and they'll help you find one that will work with it. Scratch yourself. Leave the stuff in boxes. If you don't open them in three years, throw them out/give them away without looking in them; You didn't need that stuff anyway. Try not to be sad about other people's decisions, just call her and thank her for not charging rent for the womb. Get some sleep. The the place you ordered the CD from and ask for a tracking number. Scratch yourself some more. Go to Batteries Plus or Radio Shack to find a battery for your cell phone. Same for the battery for my regular cordless phone.

Ask Anton to kick his ISP administrator right square in the nizuts.

I think I've fixed all your problems now. (grin)

Posted by: Thomas at April 20, 2004 01:29 PM

:(( Big ol' hugs zipping your way.

Posted by: Ith at April 20, 2004 05:09 PM

*sigh* pooor goddess.

All the greeblie sites were down. I'd kick The Head Greeblie, but it's free so i aint complainin too much.

Posted by: pril at April 20, 2004 10:51 PM

I am sorry you are having such a rough time of it here of late. Big hugs to ya, lady!

Posted by: Rogue at April 21, 2004 05:28 AM

I know how you feel. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide! And telling you it could be worse doesn't help you feel any better than me telling Robert that exact same thing.

We feel what we feel and that is that. The best I can hope is that you remember all your little virtual friends out here who care about you, who feel your pain, who laugh when you laugh, cry when you cry and smile when we see that despite it all, we keep going, don't we?!

Cheers and hugs.

Your friend in Texas.

Joni

Posted by: Joni at April 21, 2004 12:39 PM