Wednesday, August 20, 2008

OKAY, UNIVERSE, I AM OFFICIALLY OVERWHELMED

THE HIGH SCHOOL WILL NOT LET MY SON GO BACK TO SCHOOL BECAUSE THEY SAY THAT THEY DO NOT HAVE HIS CURRENT ADDRESS AND SOME MAIL THEY SENT OVER THE SUMMER WAS RETURNED. THIS IS FASCINATING SINCE WE'VE LIVED THERE FOR OVER A YEAR AND GOTTEN MAIL FROM THEM. I CALLED THE SCHOOL AND THEY TOLD ME NASTILY THAT THEY HAD TO HAVE PROOF OF WHERE WE LIVED AND NO, A DRIVER'S LICENSE WAS NOT PROOF. SO I PRINTED OUT AN ELECTRIC BILL (I GET THEM ONLINE) AND TRIED TO FAX IT TO THEM. I TRIED BOTH OF THEIR FAX NUMBERS FROM TWO DIFFERENT FAX MACHINES AND NEITHER OF THEM WENT THROUGH BUT WHEN I CALLED THEM BACK THEY SAID "WE'VE BEEN GETTING FAXES ALL DAY" AND ACTED LIKE I WAS TRYING TO HIDE SOMETHING. I AM BEYOND FURIOUS. THE LADY IN THE OFFICE SAID THAT SHE GUESSED THE PRINCIPALS HAD HIS REAL ADDRESS BUT NOT GUIDANCE. I SAID THAT I WAS UNDER THE IMPRESSION THEY WERE ALL IN THE SAME SCHOOL. SHE DID NOT THINK THIS WAS FUNNY OR HELPFUL. IN THE MEANTIME MY SON IS WALKING HOME FROM THE SCHOOL BECAUSE I AM AT THE OFFICE WHERE I ACTUALLY THOUGHT THAT I COULD WORK ALL DAY TODAY FOR THE FIRST TIME IN A WEEK.

ON TOP OF THAT MY MOTHER WHO IS STILL IN THE HOSPITAL (BUT OUT OF ICU) HAS DEVELOPED MRSA. DO NOT GOOGLE THAT, IT WILL FREAK YOU OUT. I WOULD LIKE TO POINT OUT HERE AS AN ASIDE THAT THE PROBLEM WITH LOOKING INTO THE FUTURE IS WHEN YOU DO YOU SEE YOURSELF SAYING THINGS LIKE, "DON'T GOOGLE MRSA" AND THEY MAKE NO SENSE WHATSOEVER, AS THAT SENTENCE WOULD NOT HAVE MADE SENSE IN 1998. ARGH. THE HOSPITAL SAYS THAT IT IS NO BIG DEAL. BUT THEY ALSO HAVE HER IN ISOLATION, WHICH MEANS THAT WHEN I GO SEE HER, I HAVE TO STOP OUTSIDE HER ROOM AND PUT ON A GOWN AND GLOVES AND A MASK. THEN, GET THIS, THEY WANT ME TO TAKE THOSE THINGS OFF INSIDE HER ROOM AND THROW THEM AWAY BEFORE I LEAVE. WHAT, DO THEY THINK THE GERMS ARE KIND OF SLOW ON THE UPTAKE AND WON'T NOTICE THAT I'VE TAKEN THE MASK OFF IN THE EXACT SAME PLACE WHERE I WAS ALREADY STANDING TO TALK TO HER? AND IT'S DEHUMANIZING AND SAD AND SHE'S SUPPOSED TO BE WALKING AROUND TO GET HERSELF BETTER BUT NOW SHE CAN'T BECAUSE THEY WON'T LET HER OUT OF HER ROOM AND ALSO I DON'T LIKE THE NURSES UP ON THE 7TH FLOOR; THEY'RE NOT ANYWHERE NEAR AS COMPETENT AND FRIENDLY AND GENERALLY NICE AS THE NURSES IN ICU OR AS THE NURSES WHO USED TO BE UP ON THE 7TH FLOOR TWO YEARS AGO WHEN SHE WAS SICK. HOWEVER MY MOTHER IS DEFINITELY FEELING BETTER BECAUSE SHE GAVE ME A LONG LIST OF STUFF TO DO AND A SMALL RAFT OF SHIT FOR NOT BEING MORE ON TOP OF THINGS. I AM GETTING SOME SOLACE FROM THIS BY GLEEFULLY IMAGINING ALL THE SHARP AND COGENT AND PURELY, QUIETLY EVIL THINGS SHE IS NO DOUBT GOING TO BE SAYING TO HER DOCTORS. HA.

AND ON TOP OF THOSE TWO THINGS THE HOUSE I'M TRYING TO BUY FAILED THE HUD INSPECTION FOR SOME PURELY RIDICULOUS SHIT (THEY COMPLAINED THAT SOME WINDOWS WOULDN'T OPEN. I WENT OVER THERE YESTERDAY AND BANGED ON THE SASH AND BROKE THE SEAL WHERE THEY WERE PAINTED SHUT AND VOILA, THEY WORKED FINE, I MEAN, SHEESH) AND NOW I HAVE TO FIX EVERYTHING AND GET IT ALL REINSPECTED BEFORE I CAN GET A LOAN WHICH MIGHT MEAN, WORST CASE SCENARIO, THAT I AM ABOUT TO PAINT AN ENTIRE GARAGE FOR SOMEBODY ELSE ENTIRELY. BECAUSE PAINT ON THE GARAGE IS SUCH A PRESSING SAFETY ISSUE.

AND THEN, AS THE ICING ON TOP OF ALL THAT MY YOUNGER BROTHER IS GOING BACK TO NYC TONIGHT WHICH MEANS THAT MY OLDER BROTHER, MY DAUGHTER AND I HAVE TO TRY TO TAG TEAM TAKE CARE OF THE QOB WHO HAS LIKE A BAZILLION THERAPY AND OTHER APPOINTMENTS TO GET TO AS WELL AS NEEDING STUFF LIKE FOOD COOKED FOR HER AND ALL THAT KIND OF THING. SHE DOESN'T UNDERSTAND HOW TO USE A PHONE YET SO WE DON'T FEEL COMFORTABLE LEAVING HER ALONE FOR VERY LONG. WE KEEP PARKING HER IN FRONT OF MOVIES WHICH MAKES US FEEL GUILTY ALTHOUGH SHE'S FINE WITH IT EXCEPT SOMETIMES WE MAKE A BAD CHOICE AND SHE THEN GETS SCARED. BLADE RUNNER WAS APPARENTLY A BAD CHOICE AND NOW SHE IS KIND OF AFRAID OF REPLICANTS.

I FEEL CONFIDENT THAT WE CAN KEEP THEM AT BAY, THOUGH. AS LONG AS WE STAY AWAY FROM THE HIGH SCHOOL, WHERE THEY ARE RUNNING THINGS. RIGHT NOW I COULD SO TOTALLY AXE ME SOME REPLICANTS.

Occasionally you have to shout and today would be the day for it. I would hereby like to give the universe notice that I am full up and cannot take any more shit at all for at least three months. For the next three months I demand some peace from you, universe. The car cannot break down. The animals cannot need to go to the vet. I cannot get sick. And all this stuff must be resolved. Okay? Okay.

5 comments:

Maxhamea said...

I hate weeks like the one you're having. This was a great rant, and I'm putting in a resounding "second that" to the universe for you.

Sometimes you just have to say enough .

Arwen said...

I wouldn't even be able to handle one of those things (I am a fragile creature). Wish I could do or say anything to help but I have nothing.
Sorry about your week.

Andy from the 'burg said...

I'm kind of afraid of replicants, too, now that you mention it.

I'm very happy you Mom is out of the ICU and my Doctor friend says that MRSA is huge PITA but not real big deal.

skippy haha said...

i'm sorry for your heaping troubles! you can have a painting party like tom sawyer with his fence, a case of beer and a few helpers and the garage will be painted in no time. post it on blogasheville, i know i would be glad to help.

in the mountain x best of wnc voting, for the question what feature needs to be added to the paper i said they should give hangover journals a column.

Gordon Smith said...

Yes to the painting party on the garage.