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I've been doing sort of okay for a while, busy, overwhelmed a little even, but no longer feeling like I was drowning and being kicked in the head. Then the car developed two oil leaks, one of which they had to take the transmission out to fix, and I started feeling like a money pit again. I worry about the car a lot, because it's now reaching the two-year limit from having the transmission replaced, which is about how long the mechanic said it could probably go before something else major goes wrong. If the car dies for good, we're well and truly stuck. It puts a truly severe limit on job hunting when you have no reliable transportation. The bus system around here is notoriously terrible. We can barely afford to keep the car going, so getting another car is out of reach.
The car was at the mechanic from Monday morning to Thursday evening, because apparently the engine is an unexpected jigsaw puzzle. I guess the mechanic isn't used to working on '84 models anymore. I was glad to have the car back, especially since we have a bunch of appointments this week, and starting the end of this week teenager-sitting that includes taking him to and from school, and then after that dog-sitting... they're jobs that require the car, and they're desperately needed money.
Sunday I talked to my grandmother and my mother both. My grandmother, who has been having eye problems, now has MRSA in her tear ducts. She's on a major course of medicines and eyedrops and daily doctor visits, but if it gets into her sinuses and brain it could easily kill her. This is what Jim Henson died of. If it hits anything important, it kills very quickly. I used up all the minutes on my phone talking to them, to the point where it cut my call with my mother short.
Monday, went for a walk, got a little drawing done, and went out to get lunch. We bought our food, got back in the car... and it wouldn't start. Of course I didn't have a working cell phone to call for help. A very nice employee at the restaurant let me use my cell phone to call first Bridgie's father, who couldn't help because he was on his way to take the terminally ill dog for her cancer shots. Then the guy offered to try jumpstarting the car, but he didn't have jumper cables. I ran across the street and bought a set, only to find that even that wouldn't work. We got some lights on the dash, but the engine wouldn't even turn over. Extremely helpful and amazing employee let me use his cell again to call my mechanic, who in turn called a tow truck.
The good part there was that the truck driver had a big generator thing and managed to successfully jumpstart the car, which meant I could drive to the mechanic and spare us the towing fee. I'm not forgetting that in all of this obnoxiousness there were a couple of guys who were absolute angels.
Car has been at the mechanic overnight, and I need to walk down and get it now so I can get to my therapist appointment on time. I sometimes wonder if it's necessary to see one when the reasons I'm depressed seem so terribly obvious.
The car was at the mechanic from Monday morning to Thursday evening, because apparently the engine is an unexpected jigsaw puzzle. I guess the mechanic isn't used to working on '84 models anymore. I was glad to have the car back, especially since we have a bunch of appointments this week, and starting the end of this week teenager-sitting that includes taking him to and from school, and then after that dog-sitting... they're jobs that require the car, and they're desperately needed money.
Sunday I talked to my grandmother and my mother both. My grandmother, who has been having eye problems, now has MRSA in her tear ducts. She's on a major course of medicines and eyedrops and daily doctor visits, but if it gets into her sinuses and brain it could easily kill her. This is what Jim Henson died of. If it hits anything important, it kills very quickly. I used up all the minutes on my phone talking to them, to the point where it cut my call with my mother short.
Monday, went for a walk, got a little drawing done, and went out to get lunch. We bought our food, got back in the car... and it wouldn't start. Of course I didn't have a working cell phone to call for help. A very nice employee at the restaurant let me use my cell phone to call first Bridgie's father, who couldn't help because he was on his way to take the terminally ill dog for her cancer shots. Then the guy offered to try jumpstarting the car, but he didn't have jumper cables. I ran across the street and bought a set, only to find that even that wouldn't work. We got some lights on the dash, but the engine wouldn't even turn over. Extremely helpful and amazing employee let me use his cell again to call my mechanic, who in turn called a tow truck.
The good part there was that the truck driver had a big generator thing and managed to successfully jumpstart the car, which meant I could drive to the mechanic and spare us the towing fee. I'm not forgetting that in all of this obnoxiousness there were a couple of guys who were absolute angels.
Car has been at the mechanic overnight, and I need to walk down and get it now so I can get to my therapist appointment on time. I sometimes wonder if it's necessary to see one when the reasons I'm depressed seem so terribly obvious.
