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Damn Bronchitis Strikes Again
So I had yet another relapse.
Saturday after work, I didn't feel like going to the gym, I was beat....more than usual. So I swung by Little Caesars, got a $5 pizza. Ate half of it when I got home- then promptly went to sleep. A net friend had texted me that a band was playing that night I've been interested in seeing. I didn't even have the motivation. I got up around 8pm, did my usual nighttime stuff (fed the cat, played with the rats) then I went to bed.
Sunday I'd set my alarm for 7 or so. I didn't get up until after 10. I got up, fed the rodents, the cats and fed myself. Went outside on the balcony to read, but couldn't concentrate, let alone keep my eyes open. I went back to bed. I was supposed to go to my deceased uncle's annual memorial picnic & frisbee golf- obviously since I woke up at 3pm, I woke to an empty apartment. My sis and her husband having gone to it. Took a shower, ate something, went back to sleep until about 7 or so. Did my usual nighttime routine again, went to sleep pretty late... after midnight anyway.
I got up a little earlier today. 8am. Feeling a little better. I don't know what it was, but I'm still coughing and the mucus just won't go away. People have suggested to me that I hit the gym maybe too hard, setting me back. I don't know- but it knocked me on my ass.
So today the plan was to somehow get Wicked back on the road since I haven't driven him in at least 3 weeks. I wanted to take it easy though. I got up and started slow, got out of the house by 10 or so. Grabbed the now very dead battery out of Wicked and drove to Sears to have them check and charge it. While it was there, I went to coffee, wrote a letter to AZ's parents to stick in a package that I then went to mail.
Went to the pet store to get food for the kids. It was my turn to buy cat food and my ratties needed new food. They didn't have one bag of the cat food we normally buy. I thought, hrm, weird. Left with a bunch of clearance cat toys, a new collar for Galaxie and rattie food.
Went to Target where a volunteer had very generously given me a $25 gift card. Since I've been pretty low on funds I planned on only spending a little over that. That was my mistake. I bought 4 outfits for my nephew (really I was long overdue buying him a gift- I still hadn't done it besides a couple of cardboard books)- I justified it because they were all under $5. I got a bunch of food to last me till payday (wednesday). I also got much needed cough syrup. But I made the mistake of going through the shoes. They had some really cute converse on sale. Dammit. I left spending $45 more than I wanted to- but at least I actually had that in the bank after AZ gave me that $100.
I went to another pet store to see if they had the cat food in stock- they didn't either- but they had a sign that the other store didn't have about some sort of formula mix up. This brand was part of that pet food scare from a couple of years ago that was causing irreparable pet kidney damage. I thought this was the final straw. I called my sister and told her it was time to change to a better food. She was fine with that. Which is good she agreed, or I was just going to offer to continue buying the food if they buy the litter. We take turns on both. It's their turn to buy litter- that's something they need soon.
I finally went home with the battery in tow. I wasn't going to fiddle with Wicked until after the apartment office closed for the day (after 5) our usual manager wasn't in, and we're really not supposed to work on our cars. My parking spot is in plain view of the office. That was ok with me since it was pretty hot today and thankfully it's still light out late. I eventually went out there and went about checking all of Wicked's engine compartment wires, and the wires I can see in the trunk. Moving some, checking others, wire tied a few. I checked everything I could at the time- which might've been a mistake. I should have tried it after reconnecting the battery. A guy at a show told me how to check a drain with a test light- which I did after all that monkeying around. Well the test light didn't come on- which is supposed to be a good thing- but I didn't learn what it might have been. I'm not convinced that it's fixed, but I might have moved the problem. I'm going to have to do some investigative work another day- but I guess I might go to the car show tomorrow after work. There's only a couple left anyway. It's been a bummer of a year for me and car shows.
This year has been kind of a bummer.
Over the last couple of days my friend from Vegas, Ry contacted me. He and his what was soon to be fiance broke up. A major betrayal on her part. He really thought she might've been the one. I feel bad for him.
One of my car show friends I learned last week is getting a divorce. After having been with his wife a total of 49 years. Wow.
I just don't get people and how people who even one time loved each other, how they can be so mean, uncivilized and hateful to that person. Why does it have to end that way? With no dignity? I guess in every relationship, at least one person gets so hurt that they lash out, completely blinded.
Sometimes I think I should be happy that I am single and somewhat unattached. Then I think, what am I smoking? I am attached- no matter that there is no official relationship status between AZ and I, if he were to find somebody else, I'd be really sad.
I have to call the vet's office this week and get Switch on the surgery schedule. He still hasn't called me back about what we can do for Sway and her infection. I know he's busy but hopefully he'll give me a call this week or I'm going to have to make an appointment so I'm "in his face" and he has to talk to me about it.
I have a lot to take care of financially right now. This paycheck on the 15th is pretty much spoken for. It's also down a day's pay due to Slinky's death. (gads I miss her so much) This sucks. My brother offered to get me in with his company. It's outside sales and industrial like parts. I don't really have a spark for that.... but I'm thinking about it. I really need to make more money.
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