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16 October 2007 @ 06:53 pm
What was it that Shakespeare said...?  

"When sorrows come, they come not as single spies, but in battalions."    This was my day:

As I'm driving in to work, roughly about a mile from my house, something in my engine makes a very loud pop and the whole car starts rattling and making this god awful vibrating noise.  It sounded like my car had turned into a Harley.  So, I immediately make a right onto one of the side streets and shut off the car.  I have no clue what the heck just happened, I thought the timing belt snapped.  I call my husband, who is almost to his job in the Bronx (we live further out on Long Island) to tell him what happened.  Its silly for him to turn around and come back because it would take him at least a half hour to get to me, so he tells me to try my dad.  Thankfully, when I call my parent's house he hadn't left for work yet and was able to come to where I was.  Sometimes living in the same town as your parent's isn't such a bad thing.  He takes a look at the engine and has no clue what happened either, so he follows me as I drive ever-so-carefully to our mechanic and leave the car with them.

I got to work 20 minutes late, which wasn't bad all things considered.  Not the best way to start my morning, but now I'm worried about the car.  What happened?  Can it be fixed?  How much will it cost?  Did I destroy the engine by driving it?  Now is totally not the best time for us to have to invest in a new car, even a used one.  Stress time!  Now I must wait to hear back from the mechanic.

In the meantime, I call my health insurance company to see about getting authorization for the ultrasound the doctor wants me to go for.  You see, my lovely insurance allows up to three and anymore requires authorization.  Bastards!  I spend ten minutes going through the stupid menu only to get a representative who tells me he needs to transfer me to another department.  So, I get transfered to another guy who, long story short, tells me I can't get the authorization, my doctor needs to call it in. Mofos!  At this point I'm done because I know I'll spend a half hour on the phone trying to get in touch with my doctor.  I'll save that for tomorrow.

*Insert various work-related problems here*

I finally get a call from the mechanic at around 4 PM telling my car is fixed.  Turns out I blew a spark plug and the horrible sound was the thing rattling around in the cylinder.  They replaced all the plugs and did a minor tune-up.  $165.  That totally made my day.  I was so worried it was something major.  The mechanic did say that if the plug had stripped the threads when it blew, it would have cost me around $1000.  I really lucked out on this one.  Whew!  My little Jetta is all better now.

Oh, and I got a call from the injection room.  My shot of Rhogam is in.  So, the day started off rather shitty, but did get better.  I'm completely exhausted, but feeling at ease.  I'm going to go pass out on the couch now.
Current Mood: draineddrained
Franfranwi on October 17th, 2007 02:49 am (UTC)
I hate days like that! You set out feeling productive and a thousand little problems highjack it. Unfortunately I usually give up on those days and zone out, unable to get back on track, but that might be fibro related. Of course without the stress, we wouldn't be able to enjoy the ease. I hope things continue to go your way for a while! Stick to the stress-free stuff!

Tonight when I got home from an abnormally productive day at the warehouse, a 53 foot semi trailer pulls up in front of my apartment building and I hear this voice-over in my head going: "Got work on the brain?" Seriously. It felt like I was bringing my job home with me. ;)

ps - the injection room
*shudders* can't they call it something less ghastly, like the happy little funtime come get a lollipop room or something?
evilkat_meowevilkat_meow on October 17th, 2007 09:04 pm (UTC)
Oh yeah, I'm all for just crawling back into bed on days like that.

the happy little funtime come get a lollipop room

Ha! I suppose it could be worse. They could call it "the room of sharp, staby, hurty things."
rookafrk on October 18th, 2007 02:29 am (UTC)
car pbs are always so worrisome, it's good that yours wasn't that bad !
Let's declare yesterday a general bad day and shrug it off ;)
About the injection thing, i might be too European but I have to admit that healthcare here does really freak me out... It's your health and your baby's that are at stake, if you need one, why can't you just get it ?
evilkat_meowevilkat_meow on October 18th, 2007 03:45 am (UTC)
There was no problem with me getting the shot, what happened was that they ran out of the medication that I needed and had to order more. I was waiting for them to contact me when it came in. It's in and I'll be in the building tomorrow for the 3 hour diabetes test, so I'll get the shot then.^^