Apparently this deployment has gone entirely too smoothly, and the powers that be have decided I needed a little more stress in my life.
It all started a few weeks ago when my dad was visiting, and someone decided to sideswipe Michael's car which was innocently parked out on the street in front of my house. It wasn't too bad. It could have been worse. I just had to arrange for rides to and from the body shop, and $1400 worth of repairs later the car looks just like new.
Then comes this last week where the lesson is DO NOT GET GAS WHEN YOU ARE TIRED! And if you do, then ONLY GO TO THE SAME PUMP YOU ALWAYS GO TO! That way if you needed to you could get gas blindfolded.
I, needless to say, did not follow either of these creeds. After work B and I go and get gas. All is good. Then I go to drive away. Not so good. You know how the gas pumps have the metal arches to protect the pumps? Me too, I know. What I didn't notice, was that about 1 foot and then another 3 feet in front of that this particular pump also has concrete poles. Concrete poles that do not move when you hit them. My van door, however, does move. In fact, it moves a lot. So after hearing the heart stopping crunching noise, I readjust and pull out again and head home. I don't get out of the van yet since I am just getting some money for dinner, and B can get that for me. It took me 2 hours to get up the nerve to look at my door. All I can say is..Can I unlook now?
I call State Farm, who is wonderful by the way, and make a claim. Arrange for rides to and from the body shop...again. You know its bad when the body shop says "Is this the same accident? or another one?" and when your ride's husband says, "Didn't you just take her there?" Now, my van sits, awaiting the estimated $1800 worth of repairs. 1800 DOLLARS, ESTIMATED, It could actually be HIGHER. I would just like to say...Thank goodness I kept full coverage when I paid off this vehicle!
After all that I had to work on Sunday. I hate working on Sunday, but sometimes it is necessary, and I understand that. I try not to complain, but this Sunday? This Sunday was bad! This Sunday could cause me to be a stay at home mom. 'nuf said. We won't even go there.
Then comes yesterday with the little tiny pin prick sized scab that I must have rubbed off in the shower. I have never had so much trouble getting something to stop bleeding. I'm trying to dry off, and blood is running down my arm. I apply pressure, it won't stop. I decide I need to get my teeth brushed and then deal with it. I am brushing my teeth, and blood is dripping down my arm and into the sink and onto the floor. I was off my arm and get some tissue. Completely covered that in blood. Head downstairs and get a bandaid, put it on, and put moisturizer on my face, and REPLACE the blood soaked bandaid. The thing has now been bleeding for more than 15 minutes. At one point I was thinking two things: 1. I am not going to the urgent care for this, and 2. When I don't go and I die from blood loss no one is going to believe I exsanguinated from this itty bitty sore that is litterally smaller than the tip, the tip, not even the head of a pin. Fortunately after, soaking the second bandaid, it finally stopped bleeding. Holy cow. That was fun....not!
