Rough Times

Sauerkraut Here!

Have I ever told you that I’m that girl? That girl that just continues to get shit on? What frustrates me, is that I try to do everything I’m supposed to in an effort to prevent this stuff from happening, but it never works out in my favor. I seem to always suffer as a result of other peoples mistakes. Example…

I took my car into be fixed on Tuesday. I waited at the body shop for 33 minutes for Enterprise Car Rental to pick me up from their Downtown location… Four minutes away. Had I known this, I would have just walked. When I arrived at the rental car place I waited another hour and 17 minutes to receive a car and the car I received was a hunk of junk. Meaning the “Check Engine Oil Light” was on, the car drove as if it had a separated tire, and there was mashed lipstick in the backseat with some little girl’s stupid lipstick lid. Not to mention it wasn’t that clean. I thought about complaining, but in all honesty, I didn’t have the time to complain and drive across the city for a different car.

Anyways… My car was supposed to be done in “three days,” well it wasn’t, it was done five days later. In fact, on Saturday I left work (with the permission of my boss) at 2PM to head home so I could go to the fair with my mom and I Heart to Fart and watch the demolition derby. I was pretty upset because I did not want to be charged by the rental car company (who conveniently closed at Noon) for dropping the car off late, even though it was not my fault.

Just when I drove passed the exit for the body shop I received a phone call, “this is Nick and I was just wondering are you going to pick up your car today? Because we close at 2PM.” My reply, “Is it ready? Because I never got a call which you promised me the last two times I called on it saying it was ready.” Long story short, I turned around to get my fucking car.

When I arrived to get my car it looked good and the body shop said I could leave my rental car there and they would call Enterprise first thing on Monday to let them know they had my car and that I turned it in on time, so I wouldn’t be charged.

Then came the bill. The body shop could not release my car without payment (understandable, but I don’t have that kind of money, I’m really struggling right now). I assumed this was something that would be worked out between the insurance company and the body shop, but apparently not. Instead I had to pay $620.05 to get my fucking car. And P.S., both insurance companies were closed for the weekend, super.

Along my journey home I stopped to get gas in Tremonton and discovered that the body shop put my car together wrong, joy! Just another fucking thing for me to deal with. Basically, I have a little button in my car that pops the lid to my gas tank. I no longer need that button because I can just lift the lid with my finger, pull the lining out (because it’s not screwed in) and if I need help, I can use the random metal part they just set in there to bounce around.

So, because I have nothing else to deal with in my little life this morning, before my radiation appointment I had to call the insurance company and ask for a check to reimburse me, call the rental car place (because the body shop hadn’t) and inform them where their car was and that it was returned on time and “fucked.” And call the body shop to inform them that they didn’t put my car together correctly and that I wanted it fixed, but could not bring it in myself because I would be radioactive.

On my way to the hospital I got a call from the insurance company asking me to fax over my invoice to prove that I need reimbursement for my car repairs (understandable). I’m upset because he didn’t ask this of me earlier and that I was helping them out because the charges were about $150 less than what the body shop estimated! Why! Why do I have to be honest? Why! So, on my way to the hospital I had to stop off and pay four bucks to fax three pages of information. Moving on…

Today was the day of my first, and hopefully only, radiation treatment. For the past 16 days I’ve been on this stupid diet and as a result I haven’t been eating much because the crap I am allowed to eat is awful. You can only eat so much Matzo Bread before your disgusted by it.

Prior to my radiation treatment I was asked to take a blood test (I honestly have no idea what for). When my name was called I informed the phlebotomist that not only do I have deep, tiny veins and a fear of needles but I’ve also been on this crazy diet and on top of that been asked not to eat or drink anything six hours prior to my treatment. The little girl took my blood and instantly I started getting light headed, then I started sweating, a ton. Then, I guess I passed out. I could hear some lady yelling my name several times, but I guess I wasn’t responding. Apparently, I was out cold for 4-5 minutes, pale as a ghost, my pupils were huge, I had what they thought was the “death rattle” and a very low pulse. Another interesting fact about me that not too many people know, my purse is SO hard read because no one can ever find it.

When I finally did come to I found myself surrounded by 11 people! They all rushed around me and I apologized for making them run because I’d be pissed if I had to run. And despite my humor they demanded I go directly to the ER… Again. Fuck! I was just there on Thursday! Word of advice; don’t pass out in a hospital! Do it at Olive Garden, you get to go home quicker, with left over’s and a smaller bill. Anyways, I missed my radiation appointment and spent the next three hours freezing in the ER, they’re always so cold. Everyone was real nice and they did really good at getting me out of there quickly and they even worked a deal with nuclear medicine for me to come in a 2PM despite how busy they were.

• Have just been asked by I Heart to Fart to “put his animals down if they are ‘old and freaking out’ after his death, stuff them and place them in his casket.” I agreed on the condition that he leaves me permission to have him dug up in his will.

Anyways, while in the ER the EMT’s brought in a 42-year-old guy who was visiting the hospital for the second time today. The first was to get some cream for a rash near his groin and the second was for rear ending someone while driving on a revoked driver’s license… Probably for drinking… Seriously. Anyways, he decided he was going to drag his blood covered body (he hit the windshield with his head) out of his bed and go outside for a cigarette. Along the way he stopped to have a brief conversation with me, nice.

Once I was discharge from the ER I rushed over to nuclear medicine and waited for my re-scheduled appointment. Thank Buddha they got me in because I can’t do this diet for much longer! The girl behind the desk was nice enough to get me a blanket that didn’t do much because I was frozen to the bone due to the temperature of the ER and the fluids they pumped into my system, but better than nothing.

After about an hour I was asked to come back to a room, pop a little grey pill and wash it down with some water. Not at all what I imagined.

Here’s the bad news… I must remain on this fucking diet until “tomorrow night!” Define “night” because they have NO IDEA how badly I want this fucking can of soup my mother gave me! I seriously almost cried. This wouldn’t be the first time I’ve cried over food.

When I finally got out of the hospital I was lost, so lost. Where I entered the hospital was nowhere in sight. There I was climbing stairs and walking around outside like an idiot. It took me 20 minutes to find the parking garage (where my car was hit several weeks ago).

On my way home, when my cell phone finally got service I received a message from nuclear medicine asking me to come back because they forgot to get a copy of my pregnancy test. I had to turn around, drive back, walk, take the stairs back to the pit of hell and give them my ER papers to prove I’m not pregnant. If I don’t care about killing a fetus with radiation, they shouldn’t either! After they made a copy, I climbed the stairway to the higher level of hell and drove my pooped, EKG sticker covered ass home.

Now I’m home. Happy to be here, but lonely and hungry for real food. I’m supposed to avoid the general population for at least three days so I don’t imagine the loneliness will go away anytime soon, boo.

On a positive note I went to the demolition derby, which always makes me happy. Spent some much needed time with my grandparents on Grandparents Day, I took them one of those delicious Bundt cakes. And did some minor grocery shopping in their cupboards.

 

I can’t wait until this is all behind me; or at least manageable. Unfortunately, I will have to deal with this for the rest of my life. This has been a really rough year and I’m just over it.

That is all.

Sauerkraut