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don't askNow Playing: Day 591-The Final Road To Survival
So much for having a good start of the week! So much for sticking to some sort of routine today and doing my Hell-In-A-Jug treatment tomorrow. So much for the start of FINALLY having some sort of GREAT holiday season. All was well until...
BIGFOOT STOMPED ON MY HOLI&DAY! Holi meaning holiday. Day meaning my entire flippin day! 
My day from hell literally started at 8:15am when the electric went off and scared the bejeepers out of me seeing I sleep with a fan on high-of course aiming against me and the sound machine set on white noise. Consider it a cross between a really bad snow storm that met an jet taking off the runway. Hahahahaha!
Yes! enough to wake anyone up! My friend was home and trying to figure out why the bathroom lights weren't working but I knew the electric had went off so I headed down to the basement seeing now the sump pump backup system alarm was going off. Talking about LOUD! We both got the flashlight out while trying to figure out why the Watchdog alarm on the pump was still beeping. The back up pump wasn't working either so a flooded basement was soon on its way. I went upstairs to call the electric company and they said it could be up to 11am before repairs in my area were completed. I headed back downstairs where my friend was listening to see if the back up pump would work then finally some good news! The electric came back on and the main system started working again! THANK GOODNESS! So one thing to do: Get the sump pump rechecked.
Second problem started this weekend when we both noticed as well my ex-roommate-spouse that the refrigerator was running hot. Of course my ex couldn't tell me this instead me and my friend-caregiver/helper found out the hard way by burning our fingers while attempting to open the refrigerator door. If you touch the surface near the handles its very hot! Hmmmm....My Dad came over to look at it last night and said the fan isn't working on the compressor. GEES! Talking about not so good luck! While the electric was off it did cool the coils but once it came back on it was a matter of five minutes before it started running hot again. Looks like a new refrigerator will soon be in the picture this week! I wonder if Santa will have the elves take it through the chimney or door? Heeheeheeheehee! With all the rain I assume they can just use some water skis to bring it into the house.
Third issue was after we both finally decided to get some sleep which only lasted for a few hours someone rang the doorbell then knocked the rang the doorbell then knocked again. FOR CRYING OUT LOUD! We both pretended not to hear it but obviously this person wasn't going anywhere so my friend got up to answer the door. Standing with a piece of mail was a very angry postal woman delivery driver. She not only went off on him but did so for around fifteen minutes! Seems after eight years of delivering the wrong mail over and over again as well spending time on her personal cell phone while delivering mail not only did we complain but others must had did the same. Boy was she one angry postal employee! You know that saying, "GOING POSTAL?!"
This lady literally gave it a whole new meaning. Between my friend just getting home from work at 7:30am and dealing with the electric being out we were both half out of it. Luckily I was laying on my couchbed right next to the door he had open as the post office delivery driver went on and on about how she has to redeliver mail that says, "Wrong address. Please pay closer attention, etc." When someone delivers mail to the wrong addresses over eight years it gets old. I guess others felt the same way especially when a driver delivered the same piece of mail to the wrong address twice in three days. She took ever bit of anger inside her out on my friend who by the way is a deputy sheriff. Good thing he got the door because my new birthday resolutions might had went right out the door. Trust me by saying, "Mrs. Postal Post Delivery driver, I have far more things in life to be angry or bitter about than someone calling to say you keep delivering the wrong mail." The biggest mistake was taking out anger on a customer. The second mistake was on a sheriff.
Fourth part of Monday from hell? Spending two hours on the phone with various divisions of the United States Post Office. Me and my friend had to repeat the crazy Postal Post delivery driver story over and over and over and over again. I doubt once she cooled off she regretted doing something so outrageous! Remember as one of the local inspectors said on the phone, "The postal service is so in the hole right now it would take a lot to pull someone off a route or fire them. Regardless if what she did was shocking."
Hmmmmmmmm.......And I thought as customers our mail should be handled with care and safely delivered. YIKES!
So we ended that part of hell day up in the air. Who knows what will happen to the crazy delivery driver but I can tell you one thing, according to her branch Supervisor, "If you don't want her to deliver your mail anymore after the menacing and threats you will have to get a P.O. box because we won't be pulling her off the route. It's a sonority thing." SAY WHAT?!?! This is the same woman who is afraid of sunflowers with bees in them so they had to be cut back years ago as well was afraid to leave a package on the porch because the dogs were behind the door with it locked. She also assumed a white zombie man dressed up for Halloween was actually her! YES! Now you see what I mean by saying, "I have seen the best and worst in people over the years. Mostly the worst." I sure hope I don't end up checking my mail anytime soon and it comes out and cuts me as I reach in to grab it! Hahahahaha!
Ok. Last and final part of my Monday from hell...
I am not "told" but overheard my ex-roommate-spouse saying he was moving to a house. I actually confronted my ex-spouse-roommate regarding the overheard conversation that later was told to me by someone else. Yes, he is moving and only gave me a two week notice. Seems instead of taking money he has that should be spent filing for divorce after I tried on five occasions and on SSD and permanently disabled I can't afford $4,500-$8,000 on filing he decided to go ahead and put it towards a rent-lease to own property. More like had it planned obviously for quite sometime because once I questioned the information which I found out was true I was told he's just waiting till the last of updates are finished. He will be moving out and into his new home in two weeks. UPDATE: He now said he will be moving January 1st seeing he doesn't want to pay for two places at once so why not stick it to me a month later instead? SURE! WHY NOT?!
SAY WHAT??????!!!!!!!!!
Have we come to a day and age where one seeks fun doing hurtful things over and over again to those who are sick? Since when is it OK for someone to play judge on their own? Instead of filing for divorce he decided to instead spend the money on a new home and furniture to fill it. Leaving me SOL/high and dry. My friend moving into the house was just a "temp" basis not a permanent thing. Now I am not only stressed by being sick, teeth coming out, treatments making me worse but the cherry on top is a boot up my you know what from my ex-spouse-roommate.
Here we are again folks. Another battle for this gal to endure on her own. Don't you just love being on egg shells while walking on nails? I don't understand how life can throw me more BS but guess what? IT DID! So much for any sleep and relaxing. Now I must find a way to cool my jets down and go back to square one-survival. I assume most would say if I can fight for my life over eight years while doing it alone I can surely take on this next battle. You are right but for crying out loud! I am sick & tired of all these never ending battles. Can't anything ever come easy for once? (I am starting to sound like Charlie Brown.)
So this evening as me and my friend put our thinking caps on I told him, "Hey look! I am looking around the room as I face my next great fight and I don't see anyone. Where is all my support? Where is all the help? Why do I feel no one cares and I am always fighting alone? Where's my backbone?" He looked at me and smiled then said, "Here I am and here we are. Me and the fur gang will help you. We will never leave you." I smiled and said, "Thank you." I don't know where I would be or what I would do without his help and my fur kids." LOST or maybe GONE.
Later this evening as I "tried" to express my feelings as advised by my specialists to someone on the phone (seeing GP and stress is like fuel to fire) I was only told, "There are people in life going through far worse than what you are going through." WRONG THING TO SAY. I am not sure why anyone uses that analogy anymore? No one wants to hear that. They want feedback and help. Not feel as if they are being belittled for something they didn't do. Like being hurt...again. Please! If you find that person or person(s) could you please have them give me a call? At least maybe then we can compare notes and help each other. I was also told I haven't been that sick...well as sick as I am now the almost entire nine years. UMMMM...Last time I looked I have YET to get a break from BEING SICK. Wrong thing to say #2. Once again I found myself helpless and not getting support until my cell phone messenger went off and I read a message from my dear friend Kevin. "Sometimes in life you just have to learn not to let things get to you. You have to switch that don't care switch on and say FORGET IT and move on." Focus on helping yourself because sadly in this day and age most people won't do the same for you." AMEN.
I end this day when BIGFOOT STOMPED ON MY HOLI&DAY with at least a brighter note.
Life doesn't stop. Life keeps moving. Sadly some will breathe their last breath of life and some will breathe in their first. Remember to treat others as they would do unto you. People don't need help when they are dying. They need help while they are living. Life is short and no matter how much crap is put on your plate learn to look past it. You can't change how people act but you can change how you react. Amen.
Welcome to the new world Braylen Michael! 10:41pm. 7 pounds 11 ounces and 21 inches. You sure made your great Aunt smile today and for that I thank you!
