Little cars go Beep! Beep!

I'm driving my husband's car today.  He got into a bit of an accident in the school parking lot Friday afternoon.  He drives a little Chevy Aveo, a very fuel efficient little car, since he works 60 miles away from where we live (and I drive the gas guzzling mini-van.  Oh, to trade for something that uses less gas!).  Well, it's a small car, and a lady driving a big ol' honkin' Tahoe backed into him, never seeing him, and pushed in the driver's side door.  So... now that door doesn't open.

It makes me feel like a teenager again, dating guys with POS cars (POS... Piece Of Shit), with non functional doors, windows, you name it.  One memorable fellow had this old Matador that had completely non-functional doors, and the only way to get in or out was to climb through the windows.  This mean the windows had to stay open, rain or shine, hot or cold.  No, that relationship didn't last through the first rain storm!  (he had wandering hands and zero personality).  

The insurance adjuster should be calling soon.  With my luck, I'll either be in the shower, or sound asleep, doing the bed-rest thing like Auntie is supposed to.  Guess I'll take my shower now and call the doctor after.  Nothing like a good shower to buck one's nerve up.  (sigh) 

Frustration...

Oh, I don't know whether to laugh or cry.  Actually, I'm laughing, laughing semi-hysterically, one, because it IS funny, in an off-hand, from a distance sort of way, and two, because if I don't laugh, I'll bawl my eyes out like a three year old!

Dr. R's nurse called.  They got the test results back and EVERYTHING LOOKS FINE!  "Are you still having your problems?" she asked sweetly.

I was sitting there with my mouth hanging open and said, "Yes.  I've still got a fever (it's over 100 now) and my thyroid is still enlarged.  So, yes, I'm still having my 'problems,' so to speak."  

She hesitated, then said, "Yes, well, I'll tell the doctors and see what they want to do.  I'll call you back."

"Yes, thank you," I said politely, when what I wanted to do was reach through the phone, grab her by the throat and shout, "Why don't you just put him on the phone, dammit??"

I'm rather frustrated with Dr. R.  Can you tell?  Guess I'd better tell the Beautiful Sister to go ahead and set me up with Dr. H. in Houston.  I'm not havin' another near death experience because some doctor feels like I done slapped his pee-pee  by questioning his judgement  (or lack thereof!).  

Excuse me.  I think I'll have that cry after all.

Hell hath no fury...

The doctor called back... or at least his nurse did. Apparently, it's quite normal for a woman my age to lose handfuls of hair in the shower. And everywhere else. And as for the fever? Well, since nothing showed up in the bloodwork, well, there's no infection, so, there's no problem! And the enlarged thyroid? It's dead anyway, don't worry your pretty little pointy nearly balding head over it!

AAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!


I've already gone and ripped the hackberry treelets that have been trying to sneak into our garden up and tossed them into the compost pile, as well as pulling out the little pecans the squirrels have planted in highly inappropriate places in the backyard. I know, I'm supposed to be resting, but, since I'm not SICK, it's not a problem anymore!! (snarls inarticulately)

Think I'll go rip those weeds out of the vegetable garden, since what I really want to rip is... well... never you mind. Oh, Auntie's good and furious now!!!

My Interests Collage

In order to cheer myself up, I played with the Interests collage meme that's been making the rounds. ER... I dunno, guys, but it's worth a giggle. Something tells me I need to expand my interests a bit!



( My Interests Collage! )