Well, so far I've had one hell of a bad week, as can be gleened from the title of this topic.
The timeline:
Monday, my fiancee gets rear-ended in our CRV by some jack going 40mph who didn't realize it was a red light. Not too much of a problem, given that the guy has insurance, but a worry and frustration nevertheless. We were already down to just that vehicle, since our Civic is in the shop for major repairs and perhaps its funeral. So now on top of the scheduling conflicts of two different schedules, I'm driving a car with muffler held up by a coathanger until the battlerammer's insurance coughs up.
But wait, it continues..
Tuesday, wasn't all that bad a day. One doctor visit, with him trying to convince me that I need to consider finally getting the work done to my knee that I've been putting off for awhile now. Expected, and not too much of a stressor. And I was able to save a stray cat, which always helps my mood, since I feel like I've helped make a difference. Also finally opened up Metal Slug Advance and hose many many things.
Wednesday: The Whammy...
I get an estimate on the car repairs, running to the tune of 1200 simolies. I've had worse car bills, so I'm not really worried. But when I get home, the s hits the fan.
I get a call from my aunt asking if I had heard the news. I hadn't heard anything, but assume it's about my grandmother, who was diagnosed with cancer three weeks ago. Nope, it's not about my grandmother.
My little sister (she's 24 and was a mom in October, but they always stay little) has been committed to the psych ward of the hospital in my hometown. She'd had a complete break with reality, thinking everyone's out to get her, seeing ghosts everywhere, and discussing how she was going to kill herself.
Now my sister has been diagnosed with a chemical inbalance for sometime now, but with medication she's been able to keep it under control. And recently, she's had a bad case of post-partem (sp?) disorder, which happens with new mothers since their bodies are hormonely trying to adjust. But her husband had worried her about her medication (he thinks that depression is a fad and something that you can just will away), and so she'd stoped taking it consistently. She'd just spent a week with my mom visiting my gran in Omaha, and apparently the stress of the visit was just the straw that broke the camel's back.
Now my sis is in a padded cell being given a super drug cocktail in an effort to restore brain chem. balance, and her husband is blaming my family and trying to limit their access both to my sis and my nephew, who at 5 months old is scared and confused as to why is mom and gramma (my mom) aren't around.
With all of this is the bad blood between my dad and my brother-in-law. The bro-in-law has lied to my dad in the past , and wasn't even going to call my father to tell him that all of this had happened. Well, I was able to get bro-in-law to call my dad, but he lied again to him and told the old man that no one was allowed to visit on top of some other untruths. My dad follows this up with a call to the psych ward only to be told that the husband was just there visiting. So basically the bro-in-law is in the hotseat for being a jackass, and I feel like taking out his legs for some of the hurtful things he's been saying to my mother about all of this (like calling her family of bunch of hillbillies since they live in the Midwest, when the average family IQ is 140).
And to top all of this off, the prognosis on my grandmother is a 1% chance of survival in the next three months since cancer has spread throughout her entire spine and she never went to the doctor when her back hurt. Looks like I'm Nebraska-bound at some point soon to sit with her.
Now normally I've the calm of the Buddha. Nothing really ever gets me upset. I'm the guy that can have an entire stack of dishes fall to the floor and say with a smile "Eh, shit happens." (true example, my fiancee dropped them last week)
But trying to negotiate between someone who is being a manipulating jackhole (bro-in-law) and a man whose rage would make his Viking ancestors proud (my dad), worrying that my sister is going to be allright, trying to keep my mom propped up with the stress of my sister and with her mom dying, and my own feelings about my gran and doing it all from 2500 miles away has just got me shaking.
So, any CAGs just have one of those weeks?
PS — those CAGS I'm working on trades with, I'm getting back to people as soon as I can. Hopefully I'll be able to respond to some pms tonight after I've had a nice hot cocoa and Oban.
The timeline:
Monday, my fiancee gets rear-ended in our CRV by some jack going 40mph who didn't realize it was a red light. Not too much of a problem, given that the guy has insurance, but a worry and frustration nevertheless. We were already down to just that vehicle, since our Civic is in the shop for major repairs and perhaps its funeral. So now on top of the scheduling conflicts of two different schedules, I'm driving a car with muffler held up by a coathanger until the battlerammer's insurance coughs up.
But wait, it continues..
Tuesday, wasn't all that bad a day. One doctor visit, with him trying to convince me that I need to consider finally getting the work done to my knee that I've been putting off for awhile now. Expected, and not too much of a stressor. And I was able to save a stray cat, which always helps my mood, since I feel like I've helped make a difference. Also finally opened up Metal Slug Advance and hose many many things.
Wednesday: The Whammy...
I get an estimate on the car repairs, running to the tune of 1200 simolies. I've had worse car bills, so I'm not really worried. But when I get home, the s hits the fan.
I get a call from my aunt asking if I had heard the news. I hadn't heard anything, but assume it's about my grandmother, who was diagnosed with cancer three weeks ago. Nope, it's not about my grandmother.
My little sister (she's 24 and was a mom in October, but they always stay little) has been committed to the psych ward of the hospital in my hometown. She'd had a complete break with reality, thinking everyone's out to get her, seeing ghosts everywhere, and discussing how she was going to kill herself.
Now my sister has been diagnosed with a chemical inbalance for sometime now, but with medication she's been able to keep it under control. And recently, she's had a bad case of post-partem (sp?) disorder, which happens with new mothers since their bodies are hormonely trying to adjust. But her husband had worried her about her medication (he thinks that depression is a fad and something that you can just will away), and so she'd stoped taking it consistently. She'd just spent a week with my mom visiting my gran in Omaha, and apparently the stress of the visit was just the straw that broke the camel's back.
Now my sis is in a padded cell being given a super drug cocktail in an effort to restore brain chem. balance, and her husband is blaming my family and trying to limit their access both to my sis and my nephew, who at 5 months old is scared and confused as to why is mom and gramma (my mom) aren't around.
With all of this is the bad blood between my dad and my brother-in-law. The bro-in-law has lied to my dad in the past , and wasn't even going to call my father to tell him that all of this had happened. Well, I was able to get bro-in-law to call my dad, but he lied again to him and told the old man that no one was allowed to visit on top of some other untruths. My dad follows this up with a call to the psych ward only to be told that the husband was just there visiting. So basically the bro-in-law is in the hotseat for being a jackass, and I feel like taking out his legs for some of the hurtful things he's been saying to my mother about all of this (like calling her family of bunch of hillbillies since they live in the Midwest, when the average family IQ is 140).
And to top all of this off, the prognosis on my grandmother is a 1% chance of survival in the next three months since cancer has spread throughout her entire spine and she never went to the doctor when her back hurt. Looks like I'm Nebraska-bound at some point soon to sit with her.
Now normally I've the calm of the Buddha. Nothing really ever gets me upset. I'm the guy that can have an entire stack of dishes fall to the floor and say with a smile "Eh, shit happens." (true example, my fiancee dropped them last week)
But trying to negotiate between someone who is being a manipulating jackhole (bro-in-law) and a man whose rage would make his Viking ancestors proud (my dad), worrying that my sister is going to be allright, trying to keep my mom propped up with the stress of my sister and with her mom dying, and my own feelings about my gran and doing it all from 2500 miles away has just got me shaking.
So, any CAGs just have one of those weeks?
PS — those CAGS I'm working on trades with, I'm getting back to people as soon as I can. Hopefully I'll be able to respond to some pms tonight after I've had a nice hot cocoa and Oban.
it, we'll call it a pretty shitty month, no wait... let's make it a shitty year, or perhaps a shitty seven years sounds better. Maybe I broke a mirror sometime in the Summer of 1997, so things should be getting better soon...
