I’m pretty tired of being bitch slapped by Karma. I don’t know what on Earth I’ve done to deserve this, but I’m pretty much at the end of my rope here.
Just a quick recap of the last week, for those of you not in the know:
Monday – begin week of dog watching for friends. Am in charge of 2 JRT’s (Willy and Daisy) and a German Shepherd (Lindy) with the canine version of MS. So far, so good.
8:15 p.m. - head out to feed and water dogs. Get about a mile from home, notice that all of the idiot lights on the dashboard are coming on and my car looks like a Christmas tree. Call husband who advises me to return home.
8:30 p.m. – receive word from husband that problem is alternator.
8:39 p.m. – call Auto Zone and Advance Auto and discover that new alternator is $195 and $198, respectively. Decide to wait until husband can go to work to get me an alternator at cost.
9 p.m. – have argument with husband because I am interfering with his plans for the evening (going 4 wheeling) by asking him to take me to feed dogs.
10:15 p.m. – arrive home from feeding dogs and go to bed where I don’t sleep but toss and turn because 1) I have a $200 car bill to worry about, 2) I’ve had an argument with my husband, and 3) my husband has gone out to return who knows when.
Tuesday – look at clock at 1:15 a.m., husband still not home, but fall back to sleep.
6:30 a.m. – am informed that I will be driving Skeevy Tim’s* truck to work today.
8 a.m. – receive phone call from husband who tells me that he forgot his lunch, can I please run it to him at work when I go feed the dogs.
1 p.m. – feed dogs, run lunch to husband. Ask husband to smell my clothes to make sure I don’t smell, as Skeevy Tim’s truck smells like a mix of cigarettes (Pall Mall brand), sweat and skank. Give husband $$ to buy cough syrup for congested 12 year old. Am also informed that alternator through work will cost $180 (wow, a savings of $20!). Take what I can get because I have to. Continue on to work at Natural Stitches.
10 p.m. – arrive home to check on 12 year old son, who is having difficulty breathing. Check what medicine has been given. Discover cough syrup was not bought and therefore not given.
10:15 p.m. – go to local WalMart**.
10:45 p.m. – return from WalMart with cough syrup, Vicks patches, and ginger ale. Give child cough syrup and junior strength Motrin, and advise him to rest.
11 p.m. – Fall into bed exhausted. Toss and turn because child is sick.
Wednesday – 8 a.m. – call doctor. Speak to someone. Am told to wait for call back from nurse.
8:30 a.m. – receive call back from nurse who advises us to come in for 9:15 appointment.
9:05 a.m. – go to doctor’s office, where first words out of receptionist’s mouth are “Does Matthew have new insurance, because the information we have is he’s been termed.” Explain to receptionist that there is no new insurance because I have lost my job and therefore lost my insurance. Wait while receptionist calls billing manager to see “what, if anything, we can do about this, because we do expect payment at time patient is seen.”
9:20 a.m. – am informed that child has asthma and will need hundreds of dollars of medications. Try to keep myself together in front of child (who is receiving breathing treatments) and physician’s staff.
11 a.m. – go to pharmacy to pick up prescriptions. Go through the routine again of no insurance. Am appalled when pharm technician tells me I’m under no obligation to buy the prescriptions. Hello, this is my child. Do you not have a maternal bone in your body??
Spend rest of day beating myself up for being bad mom, plus making various phone calls to Natural Stitches staff to arrange for changes to my schedule for Thursday, plus phone calls to friends to let them know I will not be at Hurricane Knitters that evening.
Make phone call to ex husband to inform him of health issue. Explain that because of asthma, Matthew should not be exposed to smoke (ex husband’s current wife smokes). Ex husband determines that instead of asking wife to smoke outside, it is better that Matthew just not come visit him at all.
Thursday – Decide to keep Matthew home from school because he’s still not 100%, we’re both still trying to recover from Wednesday’s events, plus need to find a routine with the medication.
Spend ½ hour on phone with doctor’s office about medications, how to have medications refilled, how long medications will need to be taken for, and make arrangements to attend asthma clinic.
Friday – Send child to school. Go to work. Come home to find that despite having MULTIPLE signed prescription slips from the doctor, more paperwork is needed for both Matthew’s absence and for ability to carry prescription inhaler.
Go to Cranberry to take Robert to meet his dad. Enjoy dinner at favorite Chinese restaurant where I proceed to burn (and therefore clear) my sinuses with loads of homemade mustard sauce.
8:30 pm - Continue on to tend to dogs. As JRT’s are being put back in pen, Willy makes a right turn instead of a left, escapes through the gap in the porch fence, and takes off for the back yard. No amount of begging, pleading or promises of treats brings him back.
10 pm – make the dreaded phone call to dog’s owner, who assures me that it is okay, that Willy will come home. She recommends I go home and get some rest, then return in the morning. Of course, I hang out until 11:30, hoping that he comes home before I leave. Doesn’t happen.
Saturday – arrive home at midnight. Collapse into bed.
5:30 a.m. – wake up and bake brownies for coworker who could use some chocolate. (Hell, at this point, I could use some chocolate, so enjoy licking the spatula and bowl, breakfast be damned.)
7 a.m. – find Willy at the top of his driveway, looking at me like where the heck have you been?
7:01 a.m. – slam finger in car door in excitement to see Willy.
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So you see, it’s been a hell of a week. And I do believe I have been on the receiving end of more than my share of bad luck this past week. Of course, as a shop customer said on Saturday, maybe this is all in preparation for something bigger that’s coming up, because I’ll need to be stronger. I certainly hope not, because I. Do. Not. Think. I. Can. Do. It.
Of course, probably in a few weeks the bitch slapping will stop, but I’ll be taking it up the arse instead. Because this is how my life goes.
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*Skeevy Tim – works with hubby. Generous guy but kind of creeps me out.
**There is NOTHING like going to WalMart at 10 p.m. because the freaks truly do come out at night.***
***Scratch that. Go to our local WalMart during PennSic and enjoy the people watching.