wook77 | Entries tagged with only to me

I'm trying not to be overly dramallama-y about this but... at work today, I was almost hit by a car.

As I was walking back from the main location to the secondary location (where my office is), I was walking past all these parked cars when, suddenly, one cranked its engine, slid into reverse and slammed backwards while I was directly behind it, about a foot and a half away from the bumper when it was parked. I leapt backwards and landed wrong on my ankle, sending me plummeting to the ground while the asshole car slammed backwards almost into another car and then sped away. The other car's driver very kindly got out of his car and helped me to stand up but, off to the doctor I go as I think I ripped that overactive tendon as I have extremely sharp pain in my ankle every time I step in the same vicinity.

It happened so fast. The car wasn't even turned on when I started to walk behind it. One and a half steps later and the car was coming at me rather fast (especially as it wasn't even started a step and a half before) and I was jumping backwards and trying to get out of the way.

I limped back to my office, as I felt fine at the time but about halfway there, the pain crept in. So I sat at my desk and cried for a good ten minutes. Came home and had a massive bowl of pretzel ice cream from Blue Bunny. Which, by the by, is rather medicinal as I got rid of most of the want to cry feeling. I'm still shaky and freaking, four hours later.

My hands have all these little cuts from the gravel where I landed, bouncing and skidding across it.

The worst part, though, is that my nephews are visiting this weekend and expecting me to be able to play with them. They've been asking for months if my ankle was all better and if I could please play lightsabers with them. That's what really gets me. I can barely walk right now. How am I supposed to run around after 5 and 7 year olds?

I freaking hate that fucker that made the left in front of me. I really really fucking hate him.

I spent yesterday in a round of awful errands. First up was waking in a panic as my sister's dog fell out of the car and my mum freaked. So, after getting him in the car, again, then dressing, then taking hiim to the vet then bringing him home, I got the joy of the DMV.

I needed to get a salvage title so the insurance would give me the money to fix my car. (remember that, it's important...) So I go to the DMV and the lady behind the counter explains to me that I have to get my car inspected to get the salvage title. To get the inspection, my car has to be fixed. This prompts me to explain that to get my car fixed, I need the salvage title. She didn't get it. So I went through the whole thing - to get my car fixed, I need the salvage title. To get the salvage title, I need an inspection. To get the inspection, I need to get my car fixed. But to get my car fixed, I need the salvage title. She finally gets a clue and, after an hour, finds out that she can override the issue that is causing this whole clusterfuck. The issue? Well, 7 years ago when I registered my car, turns out that someone didn't enter "15" in one of the data entry areas. That's it. That was the entire issue. Salvage title in hand, I then proceeded to make the mistake of asking for an updated driver's license. Back to the end of the line I went and, 1.5 hours later, left the DMV.

Only to journey to the post office where I made my third attempt to mail off my final Cross-stitch for the

help_haiti auction. Turns out that Australian post really doesn't like me. $35.50 later, it's on its way to Australia. Hopefully it makes it there. I also mailed off a package for my sister.

Then I went to the bank where I made a deposit for my sister.

Then I went to the grocery store for my sister.

In there, I also went to the doctor's office and got some scans done. I get home, crawl into a bed for a well-deserved nap to replace the sleep my sister's dog cost me and... my sister wakes me up to "say thanks" for running her errands for her. MOTHERFUCKER. Less than half an hour of a nap. She then couldn't understand why I was pissed off about it. WTF?!

Anyway - tomorrow, I have my court appearance for when I got cited when a dude cut in front of me after making an unsafe lane change and then slammed on his brakes on a green light. (Coincidentally, the accident causing the visit to the DMV)

If all things go correctly, I get my car back in two to three weeks. My luck says that it takes longer than that.

My life is a soap opera. On December 5th, I had a minor accident, making my record 10 car accidents not my fault. Basically, some dude attempted a left turn from the straight ahead lane right in front of me. Only, instead of continuing his turn, he stopped dead. On a green light. Fucker. So I dented my hood. Got a call today from the shop that it's been at since that the adjuster FINALLY came out and wants to total my car. I cannot afford to do that. UGH.

But it gets better. I was in a rental since 12/5. However, on Monday night, I had ANOTHER car accident. This one totaled my rental car. I was heading west in the straight-ahead lane when a fucker made a left turn in front of me. I had the rightaway but he decided to tag along on a dude that was cutting it really close. I was going about 45 mph and ended up with a broken right ankle, a broken middle toe on my left foot, major chest pains, bone bruises on all my ribs and my sternum, a torqued right hip, a torqued right knee, a torqued right wrist. My hips are also shredded from the seatbelt.

I need surgery on my ankle, which I find out tomorrow how bad my surgery will be. I will either need a pin, a plate, or a plate AND a pin. I basically broke my tibia where the little stickyout bit on your inner ankle is. I spent 7 hours in the ER on Monday and liveblogged it for the poor people that follow me on Twitter. They now allow smartphones in the ER. Guess I don't need to pretend to be the nanny anymore? :P

I'm on percoset which keeps making me dizzy but isn't doing much for my ankle. The break wasn't too awful comparatively until I got home from hospital on Monday when I wacked it against concrete. That was followed up by my dad tripping over my foot the next day.

I'm somehow supposed to be using crutches except for the fact that I have a broken toe on my "good foot" and no chest muscles. I can't even wash my own hair. It's the little things you miss, you know? So humbling not to be able to shower without assistance. My mum had to wash my hair. My sister has to lift me in and out of bed. I can barely hobble into the loo.

All this aside, I'm better off than I could've been. There was a dude that OD'd next to me in hospital. Then there was a dude that was airlifted into hospital that was bleeding out across the hall from me. So, in the scheme of things, I'm better than I could've been. Honestly, the worst part (besides the throbbing ankle) is that I was stuck in a neck brace for over 5 hours and I wasn't allowed to pee for 6 hours. I was pretty shocky that first night so the pain didn't really register.

The lolarious part is that they actually had to pry my phone out of my hand to treat me. I freaked when they put it out of reach. Poor nurses having to deal with freaking out wook :( I feel awful for them. My mum stayed with me and did a great job holding it together. She only cried once. I guess I looked pretty bad at first.

The best part is that I've been inundated with lots of love, some from very unexpected sources. Coworkers at both jobs have sent flowers and stuff. If only they would send frozen Snickers bars :P

Anyway, I could use some good thoughts out into the universe because, srsly, I am having the worst karma ever right now.

I had one crazykakes old man come in tonight to Fry's. And I lost my temper at him. And he complained to management about me.

See, the conversation started out normal. As with most of the older folks in my area, they always ask what a nice, college educated young woman like me is doing working at a grocery store. So I told this guy the same as I always tell people, I'm working to pay off a mortgage and bills but I'm starting back to school to be a lawyer. Well, oops on that part because he launches into a diatribe about how I shouldn't go into criminal law because it's all "browns and blacks" down here but do you know who makes the best lawyers? The Jews cause they're all liars and you have to be a good liar to be a good lawyer. ( moar racism and bigotry and my shitty response. Under a cut to spare you if you'd rather not be exposed to anything further. )

Current Mood: pissed off

I know, I know... stop talking about how sick you are. BUT, I went to the doctor's yesterday (actually, I went to the CVS Pharmacy Minute Clinic) and I have to say that it was a great experience. The nurse practicioners (god, I know that's spelled wrong but I can't figure out why) were really sympathetic and caring and lovely. They listened (which is something that hasn't happened at a doctor's office in like a billion years for me) and they focused on making it better and not trying all these stupid new tests or drugs. I was in and out in less than 30 minutes. They walked the prescriptions over to the pharmacy for me and put a rush on them with the nurse saying, "look at that poor girl, let her get some sleep already!" and gestured towards me. I had my meds in 10 minutes and there were 7 prescriptions so all in all, really really impressed. (though not so impressed with almost 100 dollars in copays for medications. The cough suppressant was 30 dollars to me and a 130 to my insurance. What the fuck is in a pill that causes it to be that much money? Liquid gold?)

Best part is that they participate in my insurance and they're treated as a primary care physician and NOT as an urgent care center (even though they keep urgent care hours and policies, like walk on in and get treated) so my copay was only 20 bucks instead of the 50 bucks I was facing. I highly recommend them. Without insurance, my visit would've been 70 bucks. The clinics get a very high YAYES recommendation from me. Would totes see them again.

Turns out that I have - an ear infection, a sinus infection, an upper respiratory infection and pink eye. I'm off of work until January 3rd. Nurse recommended that I eat lots of fruit but not bananas as they have something that will make the pink eye worse or something.

So see? I'm not just whiny for no reason. I have reasons. 4 achy annoying painful reasons. I'd be more than happy with the snuffles if the cough and the pink eye would go away.

Funny scenario last night - I woke up in the middle of the night coughing and choking. Went to take a drink and dumbass me didn't turn on a light. SOOO, I ended up spilling my full glass of water all over me, my pillows, my blankets and my bed. I was laughing and wheezing and coughing and choking and tears were streaming down my face. Maybe you had to be there.

Went to bed early last night as I just don't see the BFD about New Years. It feels just the same today as it did yesterday so why the fuck should I care? The only thing that I care about is that it is now tax preparation season for me and that, my friends, blows monkey chunks. I have to kick it into high gear and get all sorts of crap done for vendors and employees. *blech*

I did end up writing one thing, now to find a couple of hours to fix it from the beta comments and get it posted. Considering it's a gift for someone, I really need to get my ass moving.

Did anyone do anything cool for New Years?