Didja ever have one of those days...
Sep. 25th, 2010 04:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aearwenI shoulda stayed in bed, I think...
Not that I didn't enjoy my regular Saturday morning coffee meeting with friends. Our discussion was interesting: we talked about how "accountability" and "strings" are opposite sides of an immense grey area involved with responding to receiving the largesse of governmental programs like welfare and/or subsidies, altruism and the ethics of giving and receiving aid/gifts, and then how dualism and culture shape our perceptions and experiences... It's always fun to go to these get-togethers; our discussions can range from the really esoteric (like today) to the utterly mundane and foolish where we sit around cracking jokes.
Still, I woke up this morning with a left arm that really did NOT want to move at all. Having moderate degenerative arthritis in both shoulders, at least one if not two torn rotater cuffs and no medical insurance means that I'm in pain 100% of the time anyway; but there are simply those days when it is worse (and no, I'm not "into" Pain Management anymore - the only thing that accomplished while I still had insurance was to mess up my lower digestive tract so badly I'm still suffering there.) I did start out the day with Tylenol and aspirin, just to take the edge off, but it really didn't work well. *sigh* I've gotten used to that happening a lot too.
But then I headed out to get my nails done. Mind you, I am seriously spoiled being the mother of the most in-demand manicurist in the area, who gives me gel overlays for the price of a nice lunch. Today, I had an order to pick her up Taco Bell. So I took extra Tylenol to help for while my arms were gonna be aching from getting nails done, drove into the drive-thru, placed my order, and then sat in line waiting for the cars ahead of me to move. Turned off my engine to both conserve gas and not be a polluter.
Then went to start the car when the car ahead moved.
Nothing.
Repeatedly. Stoopid van wasn't going to start, no way, no how - and here I am stuck in a very narrow drive-thru lane with three cars behind me, wanting me to move ahead.
Needless to say, the air inside my van turned electric blue from the smoke pouring from my ears and the cuss-words spilling from my tongue.
A very, very, VERY nice young man got out of his car and pushed me by hand thru and out the other side - having to make some very tight turns with no power steering meant that these aching and agonized arms of mine were having to crank on the steering wheel as hard as they could to try to turn the tires. By the time I was finally safely in a parking spot and out of the way of the rest of the drive-thru customers for Taco Bell, I was in a world of hurt.
Nope, the car wasn't out of gas. Something is definitely wrong with it. So, the decision is: do I leave it in the parking lot (because the street where our mechanic is was blocked because today, of all days, was a local "Harvest Festival") or do I take a chance that the parade that was bolluxing everything up was done, the police barracades down and it was possible to tow the car there? Opted to get the tow - and the van is now sitting helplessly in front of the shop, waiting for Monday to come and a diagnostic.
Never got my nails done. My stomach is upset because of the stress. FFN is screwing up so badly I don't dare try to post a thing.
I think I shoulda stayed in bed.
Honestly.
Not that I didn't enjoy my regular Saturday morning coffee meeting with friends. Our discussion was interesting: we talked about how "accountability" and "strings" are opposite sides of an immense grey area involved with responding to receiving the largesse of governmental programs like welfare and/or subsidies, altruism and the ethics of giving and receiving aid/gifts, and then how dualism and culture shape our perceptions and experiences... It's always fun to go to these get-togethers; our discussions can range from the really esoteric (like today) to the utterly mundane and foolish where we sit around cracking jokes.
Still, I woke up this morning with a left arm that really did NOT want to move at all. Having moderate degenerative arthritis in both shoulders, at least one if not two torn rotater cuffs and no medical insurance means that I'm in pain 100% of the time anyway; but there are simply those days when it is worse (and no, I'm not "into" Pain Management anymore - the only thing that accomplished while I still had insurance was to mess up my lower digestive tract so badly I'm still suffering there.) I did start out the day with Tylenol and aspirin, just to take the edge off, but it really didn't work well. *sigh* I've gotten used to that happening a lot too.
But then I headed out to get my nails done. Mind you, I am seriously spoiled being the mother of the most in-demand manicurist in the area, who gives me gel overlays for the price of a nice lunch. Today, I had an order to pick her up Taco Bell. So I took extra Tylenol to help for while my arms were gonna be aching from getting nails done, drove into the drive-thru, placed my order, and then sat in line waiting for the cars ahead of me to move. Turned off my engine to both conserve gas and not be a polluter.
Then went to start the car when the car ahead moved.
Nothing.
Repeatedly. Stoopid van wasn't going to start, no way, no how - and here I am stuck in a very narrow drive-thru lane with three cars behind me, wanting me to move ahead.
Needless to say, the air inside my van turned electric blue from the smoke pouring from my ears and the cuss-words spilling from my tongue.
A very, very, VERY nice young man got out of his car and pushed me by hand thru and out the other side - having to make some very tight turns with no power steering meant that these aching and agonized arms of mine were having to crank on the steering wheel as hard as they could to try to turn the tires. By the time I was finally safely in a parking spot and out of the way of the rest of the drive-thru customers for Taco Bell, I was in a world of hurt.
Nope, the car wasn't out of gas. Something is definitely wrong with it. So, the decision is: do I leave it in the parking lot (because the street where our mechanic is was blocked because today, of all days, was a local "Harvest Festival") or do I take a chance that the parade that was bolluxing everything up was done, the police barracades down and it was possible to tow the car there? Opted to get the tow - and the van is now sitting helplessly in front of the shop, waiting for Monday to come and a diagnostic.
Never got my nails done. My stomach is upset because of the stress. FFN is screwing up so badly I don't dare try to post a thing.
I think I shoulda stayed in bed.
Honestly.
