I've had a bad week.

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I’m in a bad mood. In one fucking week so much has gone wrong around here that I just can’t stand it.

Last Thursday it snowed, probably the last snow of the year. We’ve gotten through the whole winter with no car trouble, but now last storm of the season, the car started sliding and went right into a telephone pole. We now have a nice big dent in the car and I’m unable to open or close the passenger side door. If I get the repairs through the insurance, my already too high rates will go up.

On Saturday, the mother fucking car wouldn’t start. All day Sunday from 7:30 A.M. to 6:00 P.M. my husband tried to get the damn car started. He did a tune-up, oil change, new battery and some other things, it still didn’t start. After all this shit, I still have no car.

By Tuesday night, we figured out what the problem was, bad gas. It seems the station where the car was last filled was selling gas that was so bad, that trucking companies sent out letters telling their drivers not to buy gas there any more.

By Wendesday, I had a nice sinus infection. It felt like my brain stopped working and I felt so bad, I couldn’t concentrate on anything. Which sucked real bad since I had a lot of things to do. I drugged myself up on Sudafed and Advil and I can only hope I didn’t screw anything up. I also forgot to tape Survivor and I missed it totally.

Thursday was telemarketer day. All day long my phone was ringing. One company called me three time that day trying to sell me a new long distance company. And I still felt like crap.

Friday my son woke up with a fever. I feel so sorry for the kids when they get sick. I called the doctor because I wasn’t sure whether or not I should bring him in. The doc told me to wait and see and if he got worse I could bring him on Saturday or Sunday.

On Saturday, I had to go around town to beg for donations for a youth group my kids are in. Now, I can understand if businesses say no, but a lot of them were just plain nasty about it and other outright lied to me about why they were not going to donate. That pisses me off. After that, I came home and discovered that there is something wrong with my plumbing. My son’s fever went away.

Today, on my husband’s only day off he has to try to figure out why there is air in the water pipes. We have a well, so there is no way this is going to be a cheap repair. And I’m still sick.

True, none of this is all that horrible, but I would like to have a weekend without all this shit to deal with.

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Yeah, that’s pretty shitty. But your son’s fever went down, at least. Hang in there…

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This guy dies and goes to Hell.

A demon tells him he has 3 choices of how to spend eternity. He can view each of these options for 20 seconds, then he must make up his mind.

1st choice: People getting their skin peeled back and lemon juice mixed with salt poured on them.

2nd choice: people having white hot pokers shoved into their eyes and rectums.

3rd choice: People standing in runny shit up to their knees.

Since it was the only eternal option not involving pain, the guy chooses option 3.

Smiling, the demon throws him in shit for eternity, then yells,

“Break’s over! Back on your heads!”

Hope things get better soon.

NCB

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ye that gas crap, you know they also sell bad ink for printers ( like those refills advertised on tv ) that once you use them, you can throw your printer out. i think this shit is outrageous.

i am only living a few years under capitalism a few years but i am developing strong sense of brand loyalty … i try to stay away from generic crap as much as humanly possible.

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Well, I don’t know what to say to make you feel better, but hang in there :slight_smile:

Just keep posting if you need to vent.

/Shadez

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Sorry about all your troubles, dragongirl. When it rains, it pours, doesn’t it? I’ll see your bad week and raise you a year that started off on the wrong foot.

January 17, My SO had a stroke. While the SO was still in the hospital, my step-father died on January 20.

Early in February, the SO was diagnosed as diabetic, as a side dish to his other health problems.

A week ago my mother collapsed at her volunteer job and was rushed off in an ambulance. It was determined that she had her third heart attack. She’s scheduled for bypass surgery next week.

Two days after Mom had her heart attack, I managed to cut off a portion of my right thumb on my deli’s slicer. My, that stings!

Fast forward to Sunday. My daughter and son-in-law were coming over to pick up my 55-gallon aquarium for their ever-growing Oscar. I was syphoning the water out of the tank into a five-gallon bucket (no way can that tank be moved with any water in it!) On the third trip to the toiddy to empty out the bucket, I had just lifted the (heavy) bucket of stinky fish water; pivoted to head towards the bathroom and tripped over the vacuum cleaner cord. I pitched head-first into an antique chest next to the aquarium. Hit my forehead on the sharp corner, and managed to make contact with some other solid object with my left jaw on my way down.

Five minutes later, I had to greet my daughter, SIL and two grandsons with a profusely bleeding lump on my forehead. The lump was the size of a golf ball, which was Jake because it matched perfectly with the golf ball sized lump on my left jaw. My oldest grandson thought it was cool, though. “Wow, Grandma, that’s a Big Owie!!”

I’m glad your son’s fever broke. Good luck with the pump. Has your hubby checked the bladder in your pressure tank? A leaky bladder can cause air in yer pipes.

I hope your week improves, dg.

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I find that I often have the same problems. Perhaps I should cut down on the Mexican food.

Hang in there. Things do get better, honest!