I am a terrible, horrible person for being so amused by my conversation with my baby cousin. Her and I are debating why she should be paying my mother a 100 dollars a week to watch her 8 month old child instead of doing it for free.. or for only 60 bucks.. for 65 hours a week. And then I changed the subject about how expensive oil changes are and how when she does get a car she should look for coupons and that being an adult is expensive. LOL.. it has deteriorated down to her answering back in as few of words as possible. I think I pissed her off..::snickers::.. And you know what? I don't really care. I have to stop myself from typing more or when she does get a car, she is going to find me and run my ass down. I have come to realize that with age comes wisdom, but like religion, you can't really shove it down someone Else's throat. They are going to do what they will do and then one day learn from their mistakes. She is turning 18 in December. So she has a lot of growing up to do, though she is going to have to start a little faster as she has an 8 month old. I hope she does as I would hate to see that kid as fucked up as I fear it will become if she doesn't. But then again, it would just match in with the rest of my family.
Well, this week started out crappy. One of Ron's dear friends died in a motorcycle accident on Sunday. So I have been dealing with a sad husband. I think I have only met this guy two or three times and of those times, he didn't really talk to me. I am sad that someone died and I am sad that it hurts Ron, but it didn't really affect me much. From everything I have heard he sounded like a great guy.
Then Tuesday Rolled around... Tuesday was the most crappy day ever. I was off work and went to the eye doctor and found out the new eye insurance is total shit as I had to pay for the co pay and the contact fitting, which was always covered under the old plan. So the doctors appointment that I expected to only cost 10 to 20 bucks turned out to be 82 bucks. Which I didn't have in my bank account. So I over drafted and had to borrow money from my mother for my other doctor's appointment later in the day and also to put me back in the black. Luckily I was only over drawn by 7 dollars and some change. So I went to the bank and put 10 dollars in the account.. and my pen exploded all over my hand. That was rather minor compared to the rest of the day, but I figured if I am complaining about the day, I might as well put everything in there.
Well anyway, On the way back to the house my car lost traction on the wet road and turned full circle and ran up onto the curb. I was lucky and missed a pole by about two feet. I wasn't hurt, just a bit battered and a little bruised. I was also lucky I wasn't going that fast. So I open my door and look at my car and it didn't seem all that bad.. until I moved it off the curb and noticed how it wasn't moving quite right. So I just moved myself to the side of the road and turned on my hazard lights and got out of the car to take a look. The back drivers side tire was turned in at an odd angle.. which is never good it would seem! So I called my husband and told him I loved him and I had been in an accident and I was okay but I didn't know what to do. He left work and drove to meet me. I stood there for a while and then called the wonderful Mr. Xandre who talked to me for a bit until I could calm down. He heard a lot of me rambling about the whole thing and a lot of laughing so I wouldn't cry. And I held it together too. I didn't cry on the phone with him and I didn't cry when I got off the phone and I didn't cry when 4 different wonderful people stopped at different times to find out if I was okay. I did however, cry when Ron got there. We called my mother and she found some money to get my car towed to the shop to be worked on. Found out Yesterday Morning how much it was going to cost to get it fixed, over a thousand dollars! Which we didn't have but Ron put in for a loan and it was granted (Thank Gods!). So I should at least be getting my car back tomorrow if all goes well. ::crosses fingers:: And my mother offered to pay us back the 250 she owes us by buying me new tires. As I think the old crappy tires was the cause of this accident.
I also had a sleep study appointment with a specialist. He said my blood pressure was a little high.. I can't imagine it would have anything to do with the fact that I had gotten into a car accident about three hours ago.... . . He also said I have to stop reading in bed and try to get up the same time every day.. even on weekends. I am sad about the no sleeping in part. As I really don't want to get up at 6 am every morning. I have to write in a sleep journal for the next few days and I now have a sleep study scheduled for the 30th, which is a Friday night. So that night I will have to drive to Good Sam Hospital and be there by 8 pm.. sleep.. and be kicked out around 6-6:30 am. I am not really overjoyed by this to be honest. There was a small part of me that honestly had hoped he would give me a magic pill that would fix everything. Some of my Non wisdom showing, I guess. He thinks I might have a small case of sleep Apnea which can be fixed with a Cpap machine. Ron is on one so if I do get one, we can sleep together and make Darth Vader noises at each other. I really don't want one, but if I need to be on it, so be it. I am not sure if I liked the doctor or not to be honest, I was so pudding brained at the moment from the accident that I wasn't getting a reading on him and it seems I was taking things much differently then Ron was ::shrugs::.
Anyway, I am tired. It has been a horribly long week and I have to be up early as Ron is driving me to work on his way to work. Also, I have long pissed off my cousin to the point that I don't think she will answer me back if I comment more to her on Facebook.. ::chuckles:: So, off to bed with myself. Goodnight all.