this is not going to be a fun entry
I may as well catch you up on all the awful shit at the same time so I can just get past it and move on.
→ Last week (October 11, to be exact), I had a very traumatic experience - I got up early to run a bunch of errands, basically I drove around for hours with no problems, but after I ran into Bruegger's for a sandwich, my car started doing strange things. It was fine on the tiny frontage road, but when I went to merge onto the highway, it didn't accelerate as quickly as usual. I thought nothing of this, it still accelerated and I figured it was just being a little bitch. My steering wheel started to vibrate a bit, much like the time I was in 2nd gear and didn't know it. I thought that was the issue but I was in Drive, so what the fuck. I was literally like a mile from my house so I was just going to suck it up and call my dad when I got home, but coming up to a stoplight, my car LOCKED THE FUCK UP. I could not press down on the brake, I couldn't twist my wheel. I turned the car off, and then it wouldn't restart. I was stuck in the left lane of traffic, on the fucking highway. People started honking at me and shit even though my hazard lights were on, I started crying because what the fuck am I supposed to do.
A very nice guy stopped behind me and walked up to my window, told me he'd push my into the turn lane at least. He got in my car and did something to unlock my wheels and managed to get me out of the way. He was so kind and I was so grateful for him. I called the cops because my dad told me to, IDK, and the woman cop who came up to my car was SO nice also, she told me to stay in the car and put my seatbelt on in case I got hit, and she'd call me a tow. She came up later and was like, "I don't personally care, and I'm not going to do anything about it, but I wanted to remind you that your tabs are expired." SO fucking nice, seriously. Waiting for the tow truck, I just sat in my car eating my sandwich as traffic sped by, the sun was hot on my skin even though the day was chilly when I left that morning. It got towed alright but for awhile we thought the car was totally shot. When I started writing this entry, that was the view point. It's since been fixed for just $165 in parts + labor, which my dad actually stepped up and took care of for once. So it's all good now, just a pain in the ass.
→ Our dog died on October 7th. He lived with my sister, the last time I saw him was my mom's birthday party, she brought him up from Uni. His ears were bugging him that day and that's how it all started. They started leaking pus a few days later so we thought it was some sort of allergy, or that he'd gotten into fertilizer or something. His hair started falling out, he started bleeding in random places on his skin, he was just in awful shape and so much pain and nobody could figure out what was wrong with him. They thought it was allergies, or a staph infection, they were trying a bunch of steroids and medications. The day he died, my sister left to go to the laundromat. When she came back, he tried to get up but fell right over. She called the vet and he suspected it was just his new pain medication and to stop giving it to him. He died 20 minutes later right in front of her, it was so abrupt; it wasn't like his breathing slowed over a period of 10 minutes and he just died - no, he literally took two sharp breaths and just died on her couch, he didn't even shut his eyes. She saw it happen and then she had to carry his body to her car and drive him to the vet on her lap, she was all by herself and I can't imagine what that must have been like for her. I would not have been able to do that.
We were all so sad about it, he was only 7 years old and they still don't know exactly what caused it. I hate that he was in so much pain leading up to it, it was such an awful way to die and he never deserved anything like that. I hate how helpless we all felt and it makes me the most sad when I think about it from his point of view. I know I shouldn't do that shit to myself but I can't help it. He was such a great dog, he had the best personality, he loved to wear clothes and play with his Aunt Lissa, he was the most spirited little thing and I can't believe he's gone. I wanted to post a photo of him here but I don't have the energy and I'm still very sad.
There was some other piece of crap news I wanted to put in here but I don't remember anymore. It was probably the fact that Jason's mom is a huge bitch and we got in a big fight over it and I hate her, but I don't have enough emotion today to hash that all out right now. God.
→ Last week (October 11, to be exact), I had a very traumatic experience - I got up early to run a bunch of errands, basically I drove around for hours with no problems, but after I ran into Bruegger's for a sandwich, my car started doing strange things. It was fine on the tiny frontage road, but when I went to merge onto the highway, it didn't accelerate as quickly as usual. I thought nothing of this, it still accelerated and I figured it was just being a little bitch. My steering wheel started to vibrate a bit, much like the time I was in 2nd gear and didn't know it. I thought that was the issue but I was in Drive, so what the fuck. I was literally like a mile from my house so I was just going to suck it up and call my dad when I got home, but coming up to a stoplight, my car LOCKED THE FUCK UP. I could not press down on the brake, I couldn't twist my wheel. I turned the car off, and then it wouldn't restart. I was stuck in the left lane of traffic, on the fucking highway. People started honking at me and shit even though my hazard lights were on, I started crying because what the fuck am I supposed to do.
A very nice guy stopped behind me and walked up to my window, told me he'd push my into the turn lane at least. He got in my car and did something to unlock my wheels and managed to get me out of the way. He was so kind and I was so grateful for him. I called the cops because my dad told me to, IDK, and the woman cop who came up to my car was SO nice also, she told me to stay in the car and put my seatbelt on in case I got hit, and she'd call me a tow. She came up later and was like, "I don't personally care, and I'm not going to do anything about it, but I wanted to remind you that your tabs are expired." SO fucking nice, seriously. Waiting for the tow truck, I just sat in my car eating my sandwich as traffic sped by, the sun was hot on my skin even though the day was chilly when I left that morning. It got towed alright but for awhile we thought the car was totally shot. When I started writing this entry, that was the view point. It's since been fixed for just $165 in parts + labor, which my dad actually stepped up and took care of for once. So it's all good now, just a pain in the ass.
→ Our dog died on October 7th. He lived with my sister, the last time I saw him was my mom's birthday party, she brought him up from Uni. His ears were bugging him that day and that's how it all started. They started leaking pus a few days later so we thought it was some sort of allergy, or that he'd gotten into fertilizer or something. His hair started falling out, he started bleeding in random places on his skin, he was just in awful shape and so much pain and nobody could figure out what was wrong with him. They thought it was allergies, or a staph infection, they were trying a bunch of steroids and medications. The day he died, my sister left to go to the laundromat. When she came back, he tried to get up but fell right over. She called the vet and he suspected it was just his new pain medication and to stop giving it to him. He died 20 minutes later right in front of her, it was so abrupt; it wasn't like his breathing slowed over a period of 10 minutes and he just died - no, he literally took two sharp breaths and just died on her couch, he didn't even shut his eyes. She saw it happen and then she had to carry his body to her car and drive him to the vet on her lap, she was all by herself and I can't imagine what that must have been like for her. I would not have been able to do that.
We were all so sad about it, he was only 7 years old and they still don't know exactly what caused it. I hate that he was in so much pain leading up to it, it was such an awful way to die and he never deserved anything like that. I hate how helpless we all felt and it makes me the most sad when I think about it from his point of view. I know I shouldn't do that shit to myself but I can't help it. He was such a great dog, he had the best personality, he loved to wear clothes and play with his Aunt Lissa, he was the most spirited little thing and I can't believe he's gone. I wanted to post a photo of him here but I don't have the energy and I'm still very sad.
There was some other piece of crap news I wanted to put in here but I don't remember anymore. It was probably the fact that Jason's mom is a huge bitch and we got in a big fight over it and I hate her, but I don't have enough emotion today to hash that all out right now. God.