Poodah isn't running

The car has been running hot since last week. It took two hours to get home on Friday. Been waiting since then to get someone to come check it out. Two car people have turned out not to work out. Been told by family member there is no gas in the car so he isn't able to come to me. Yeah, I'm scared to move the car because I'm afraid of getting stranded somewhere and not be able to get me or my car home. If I had the money, I wouldn't be going through all this right now because I would have already had it in the shop. I'm hoping mechanic number three will be able to do the job tomorrow. I'm getting depressed and disheartened with each day that passes. I try to do my best to take care of things myself without having to bother others to help me. It is a little sad when I can't even get help from those that are supposed to be closest to me. So, I end up putting my hope and faith in strangers. Nothing against the bus, but why pay for a car if you're not driving it.  I'm getting really tired. Don't know how much more of the prolonging I can take. It is seriously wearing me down. 

So, I got cussed out

Yeah.  I got cussed out on Mother's Day.  And, I'm not even somebody's mama. I know that I will never hear the truth about what happened to Poodah while it was in the possession of my birth mom when I was in the hospital.  I have a cousin who felt the need to use the pretense of checking on me while I was recovering to constantly remind me how messed up my car was.  Well, I finally saw my mom on the day before Mother's Day. I asked her about what my cousin had to say.  She, of course, got upset at the text he sent me.  I have a feeling that she did speak to him that same day and they got into it.  His response was to text me in the morning and tell me how he hopes I die the next time I end up in the hospital.  Oh well.

How do you get over the one you wanted to give your heart to?

Simple...You find another. I found another a few weeks ago. He is unavailable, of course. I can't seem to find anyone that is available and wanting to take that adventure. The other is now gone. Our time was so short lived. Too bad the friendship couldn't have continued. Will we see each other again. Or, will there be another to take his place? Who knows. I don't.

I'm on your time?!

Hate it when people seem to think that you are supposed to drop everything when they want something from you. My current situation is this: Got paid to program a register for a friend of a family member. The info was somehow mysteriously erased, so I had to program it again. Of course, this meant another payment. It sat at my place for a few days...guess it wasn't that important for business. Got a phone call the night it was picked up telling me I didn't so my job correctly. Also told that I needed to pay the individual that was going to being it back. My issue is that if it was that big of a screw up, it should have been brought back the same day not three to four days later. Then, you're the idiot paying your employees out of your own pocket to run errands for you. The day you choose to deliver it again is your day off. But, you can't deliver it yourself. You get a message that I'm on a schedule and need to fix the issue before a certain time. That time comes and goes, and no one shows up. Instead, I get a call a few hours later. Since the call is missed, and goes to voicemail, no message is left. When I call back, no one answers. As told by a relative, it's time to cut losses. Also, you need to quit thinking you are running things. I am not on your time. You do not run this. If it was so important to have things fixed so urgently, you would have made sure to deal with this issue accordingly.

Mind ya business

You know what gets me? When someone thinks it is okay to mention something that upsets you, but they don't want to hear you be upset. That's the moment when they want to shut the conversation down. If you didn't want to hear it, don't bring it up! Simple as that!!! The issue with my car is a sad one that makes me angry when I hear someone else talk about it. All I want to hear is that the problem has been fixed. Not hear someone else tell me how f'd up my car is. If you're not gonna help me fix it, SHUT THE HELL UP!!!!!!

Physical therapy

Started my physical therapy. So far, things are going good. Got a bit of homework. Must get out and walk three times a day and do "bridge" exercises when in bed twice a day. Also found out why I sometimes begin to sweat. My sugars are low. It's horrible. Well, I have 12 PT sessions beginning Monday. 3 times a week for 4 weeks. I'm stuck at home unable to do anything but sit at home and hope things turn out for the better. Also gotta do my part.

Crushing

Can you crush on someone that you have only heard and not really seen? I developed a crush while on a mini unplanned vacation. Unable to see clearly. But, able to hear. He sounded cute. The hazy picture I saw looked nice. I made out a smile. Won't see him again. At least, I don't think so. Will it continue or will it eventually pass? The mystery of not knowing...

Respiratory George :-D

What's mine is not yours!

I got bad news on Sunday. Something happened to my car. When I heard those words, everything came flooding back and I was not happy. The thing that gets me is that no one would admit to what they had done. No one wanted to admit that from day one of me being laid up in the hospital, my car had been used as a personal taxi for people who did not own it or paid any of the bills for it. The one person that should have had my back chose to screw me over. It's so disappointing that she gave birth to me. Now, I am stuck with getting someone to fix my car and having to pay for all this on my own because those that are guilty are not going to step up and take responsibility.

This is so uncool and depressing.

Going home...finally

I've been in this hospital since the night of the 5th. Finally, I get to hear the words I have been waiting for: You're being discharged today. I have to do physical therapy. It's not as bad as it was a week ago when I woke up. I couldn't move on my own. Could not do anything for myself. I am able to walk, eat and bathe on my own now. Driving may be a challenge. Standing in the shower may be an issue. Physical therapy will help to address that. Just sitting in this room waiting on my ride so I can go home. Mission Trails Baptist Hospital wasn't bad. They have some really nice employees. But, it doesn't matter how nice you are, no one wants to stay in the hospital forever.