The last month has been one filled with stress and downs and more downs. Today things seemed to have "hit me" so here goes my whine...
Let's see, it all started when someone hit my Jeep @ the beginning of November. Totalled it. Gone. I loved my Jeep. I miss my Jeep. When you see the sign's that say "It's a Jeep Thing" - I get that.:) It got better when, a day later, I found out that the guy that hit me did NOT have insurance. He also has a 15 year history of getting caught driving without insurance and on a suspended license. So here, 5 weeks later, I am still having trouble with my knee (although in the last week it seems to have gotten better). Still bruised, still swollen, still hurts. But getting better slowly. We looked into filing a suit against the guy, but the only thing he owns is his truck (a 1989 C1500) that was also totalled in the accident. He is also behind on child support so even if he did come into some money, it would go there.
We have a court date for his driving without insurance and his ticket he got from hitting me...on Christmas Eve. Because that is where we all love to spend our Christmas Eve is in court.
I was training with the dog to get her CGC (Canine Good Citizen) and TDI (Therapy Dog International) titles at the time and lost the last 3 weeks of training (which I needed) because of my knees and the palms of my hands being so bruised from the accident. She did pass her CGC test (there was an "up" :) ) but I did not do the TDI test since I knew we lost too much time and she would not pass. So In January I plan on starting over with her training and next Spring I will have her tested. My goal is to get her certified so we can do hospital (veteran hospitals in specific) visits as a therapy dog team. I had thought about children's hospital, but I dont think she has the right temperment for that. She is great with MY kids, but a little rambunctious with others. What turned me toward a veteran hospital was that I had her downtown at a festival and a man in a wheelchair was calling me over with a hand signal. I went over with her and asked him if he wanted to pet her. He could not talk well, so he shook his head. As if she knew, she heeled to the wheelchair and let him (clumsily) pet her. She was very tolerant of his hand movements and manners (the results of an accident). His wife came out of a store and told me that the man was a German Shepherd Dog handler in WWII and she was very appreciative of my dog allowing him to interact with him.
My dad has bypass 2 weeks ago. I am not upset about the bypass, I have a TON of guilt about NOT being upset about it, though. He was never really a father to me, my stepfather was, so I understand why. But my little sister sees him as a saint (ugh) and I feel bad that I could not even bring myself to be worried about the surgery for her. Had it been my mom, stepdad or even my stepmom I'd have been a wreck. But not my dad.
Rob cut his eye a few weeks ago. Not like the skin around his eye, but the gooey mucasy part on the eye. Gross. He still has a little piece that is hard to see through, but after a lot of visits to different Drs and a lot of medicine, he is getting better, too.
I got a kidney infection last week which still may or may not be a stone. Hurts more than anything I have ever experienced. Vicodin did not even touch the pain. Today I feel a little better, so I am hoping tomorrow even better and this can go away.
Wednesday I was called into work for a meeting. Since it was my day off, I knew it was not going to be good. We were told that we can expect to receive our severance packages in January. We'll work for 60 days from that time then start our severance. Lovely. So now I have to get prepared to look for a job. I'm not even sure I remember how to do that .
WoW, that was a rant. :)
Let's see, it all started when someone hit my Jeep @ the beginning of November. Totalled it. Gone. I loved my Jeep. I miss my Jeep. When you see the sign's that say "It's a Jeep Thing" - I get that.:) It got better when, a day later, I found out that the guy that hit me did NOT have insurance. He also has a 15 year history of getting caught driving without insurance and on a suspended license. So here, 5 weeks later, I am still having trouble with my knee (although in the last week it seems to have gotten better). Still bruised, still swollen, still hurts. But getting better slowly. We looked into filing a suit against the guy, but the only thing he owns is his truck (a 1989 C1500) that was also totalled in the accident. He is also behind on child support so even if he did come into some money, it would go there.
We have a court date for his driving without insurance and his ticket he got from hitting me...on Christmas Eve. Because that is where we all love to spend our Christmas Eve is in court.
I was training with the dog to get her CGC (Canine Good Citizen) and TDI (Therapy Dog International) titles at the time and lost the last 3 weeks of training (which I needed) because of my knees and the palms of my hands being so bruised from the accident. She did pass her CGC test (there was an "up" :) ) but I did not do the TDI test since I knew we lost too much time and she would not pass. So In January I plan on starting over with her training and next Spring I will have her tested. My goal is to get her certified so we can do hospital (veteran hospitals in specific) visits as a therapy dog team. I had thought about children's hospital, but I dont think she has the right temperment for that. She is great with MY kids, but a little rambunctious with others. What turned me toward a veteran hospital was that I had her downtown at a festival and a man in a wheelchair was calling me over with a hand signal. I went over with her and asked him if he wanted to pet her. He could not talk well, so he shook his head. As if she knew, she heeled to the wheelchair and let him (clumsily) pet her. She was very tolerant of his hand movements and manners (the results of an accident). His wife came out of a store and told me that the man was a German Shepherd Dog handler in WWII and she was very appreciative of my dog allowing him to interact with him.
My dad has bypass 2 weeks ago. I am not upset about the bypass, I have a TON of guilt about NOT being upset about it, though. He was never really a father to me, my stepfather was, so I understand why. But my little sister sees him as a saint (ugh) and I feel bad that I could not even bring myself to be worried about the surgery for her. Had it been my mom, stepdad or even my stepmom I'd have been a wreck. But not my dad.
Rob cut his eye a few weeks ago. Not like the skin around his eye, but the gooey mucasy part on the eye. Gross. He still has a little piece that is hard to see through, but after a lot of visits to different Drs and a lot of medicine, he is getting better, too.
I got a kidney infection last week which still may or may not be a stone. Hurts more than anything I have ever experienced. Vicodin did not even touch the pain. Today I feel a little better, so I am hoping tomorrow even better and this can go away.
Wednesday I was called into work for a meeting. Since it was my day off, I knew it was not going to be good. We were told that we can expect to receive our severance packages in January. We'll work for 60 days from that time then start our severance. Lovely. So now I have to get prepared to look for a job. I'm not even sure I remember how to do that .
WoW, that was a rant. :)
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