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apocalypsosThe first thing she said was, "You can go pick up your car, you know." It's still at the mechanic's, and she talked to him and he said it's okay to drive just as long as I don't use the heater. Which I already knew.
I just ... I don't even want to LOOK at the fucking thing, you know what I mean? I'm pissed as hell right now that I own the motherfucker and that I can't rectify that situation like a normal person, get a loan, and get a new goddamn car. Instead I have to keep the POS, and it's costing me another boatload I sure as hell can't afford, and I just want to not even SEE it when I look out my back window at the driveway.
I grumbled something about not wanting to go over and get it, so my mother moved on and told me my great-uncle has prostate cancer.
They don't know more as of yet because it's early, but they're not exactly making it sound good. This is the same great-uncle who had a quadruple bypass a couple of years ago. And for added "fun," his daughter's husband just found out his mother has pancreatic cancer and probably only has six months to a year to live.
At which point my mom made some comment about how, "See? Things could always be worse," at which point I pointed out that I haven't gone to a doctor for a long time save to try and get antidepressants, and that while I've felt really weird and awful at different points in the past year I haven't gone to the doctor because either I didn't have insurance or I had it and knew I was close to losing it and didn't want to risk the "pre-existing condition" bullshit if it were something serious. So I don't actually know if I'm completely healthy thanks to this country's delightful cost-cutting measure of financially scaring you out of going anywhere near a doctor's office.
But ... yeah. I don't even really want to think about it, because my great-uncle is pretty much like an honorary grandpa. *sigh*
I just ... I don't even want to LOOK at the fucking thing, you know what I mean? I'm pissed as hell right now that I own the motherfucker and that I can't rectify that situation like a normal person, get a loan, and get a new goddamn car. Instead I have to keep the POS, and it's costing me another boatload I sure as hell can't afford, and I just want to not even SEE it when I look out my back window at the driveway.
I grumbled something about not wanting to go over and get it, so my mother moved on and told me my great-uncle has prostate cancer.
They don't know more as of yet because it's early, but they're not exactly making it sound good. This is the same great-uncle who had a quadruple bypass a couple of years ago. And for added "fun," his daughter's husband just found out his mother has pancreatic cancer and probably only has six months to a year to live.
At which point my mom made some comment about how, "See? Things could always be worse," at which point I pointed out that I haven't gone to a doctor for a long time save to try and get antidepressants, and that while I've felt really weird and awful at different points in the past year I haven't gone to the doctor because either I didn't have insurance or I had it and knew I was close to losing it and didn't want to risk the "pre-existing condition" bullshit if it were something serious. So I don't actually know if I'm completely healthy thanks to this country's delightful cost-cutting measure of financially scaring you out of going anywhere near a doctor's office.
But ... yeah. I don't even really want to think about it, because my great-uncle is pretty much like an honorary grandpa. *sigh*
