The universe must be angry with Boston today, because I'm having a horrible day, and everyone I've encountered has had an even worse day. I'm in tremendous pain, probably because of the remnants of Hurricane Jeanne, which has left 4" of rain in my town. Only nice thing about it is that the onshore breezes are so nice, everything smells like the ocean. Crappy thing is that I can't walk. Bob is half carrying me around the house.
I had to make a bunch of appointments for both Amanda and for me. Every single person I spoke with was having a horrible day, and they were all so pitifully grateful for what I would consider common courtesy. That's so sad.
The disability insurance people sent me a cracked out check for ten days in September, instead of the twenty days they were supposed to send before they shut me off. I called them (and got another abused phone person), who told me that the original letter was wrong, and I wasn't scheduled to be shut off until October 20. No reason whatsoever for the ten day check, and they'll reissue a check for the rest of the month. I have to speak with their investigator about staying on disability after 10/20. (He'll call me back - I am not supposed to call him directly)
Then, I found out that I wrote a check to our oil delivery man on an account I closed forever and a day ago. (I didn't even know I still had old checks kicking around) For $400 - so, I had to call the oil guy and admit that I messed up. I'll send another check tomorrow. How embarrassing.
Amanda was not having the best day, either. She came in, all ticked off at me, yelling that I insulted her. How? By telling Bob that she (Manda) had insisted I not go to her school and embarrass her. He's going to the school open house tomorrow, and I'm staying home (four flights of stairs and I can't walk). Yes, she did say that I had best not embarrass her in front of her friends, but not in the context of the school open house.
Then we got to the real issues Manda was having: she got in trouble for slapping the hand of a boy who grabbed her iPod (which she wasn't supposed to have at school, anyway). The boy then wrote all over her with a stick of charcoal, ruining a brand new shirt.
_AND_ she had "borrowed" a nice lampwork bead to show off at school, and it got stolen. Jerri (Beadbimbo), I owe you some money, or rather Manda does. (She has plenty - don't worry about that child) If I had known she was going to want the bead, I'd have put it on a bail and chain so it wouldn't go anywhere.
So, of course, she tried to deflect the baloney she was going to get from me by bringing up a red herring about the school open house. Too bad it didn't work.
Oh yes, she admitted that she broke my brand new recliner by rocking it back and forth while the brakes were in the locking position. I'm not really happy about that. When I told her her I was not thrilled, she suddenly got a tremendous headache and took off for a nap.
Sophie seems to be ill, but I can't put my finger on it. She suddenly reeks, even though she had a bath yesterday. She also is quacking all the time, but she's been on the same diet forever, and it's not low quality stuff. She's had nothing out of the ordinary, except for her daily kleenex theft. The vet told me to watch her for a day or two and see if it passes. If she's not better tomorrow, I'm bringing her in anway.
My pharmacy called and about half of my meds are on backorder, and heaven forbid the insurance company lets them order the stuff ahead, so I'll be without some vital meds for a couple of days. (Or so they think - this has happened before, and I squirrel away meds just in case) Still, it is upsetting.
And I've only been up for three hours - last night was a bad pain night, and I never did get to sleep. I am afraid of what will happen between now and bedtime.
Yes, I know that all this is minor compared to a lot of the stuff going on with you guys. It just seems like a gigantic pain because it all came at once.
Thanks for letting me vent.
Kathy N-V