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bluegreen17) wrote2002-10-27 06:51 pm
bluegreen17) wrote2002-10-27 06:51 pm
diane's no-good,terrible horrible evening
feck.
heh,will that get by the censors?
anyhow,i'm in a sort of bad mood. just had a really bad time over really nothing,but i think since my life is so difficult right now,anything can make me snap and it did. in a way,this is disappointing because i'm on wellbutrin. it does help me quite a bit most of the time,but i guess i expect too much.
my sister had just left to go back home and mom and i were heading out to pick up our groceries.i hate going out after dark when it's cold and it was just starting to get dark.
well,my sister came back and said she had a flat tire.flat tires rot.i have aaa so i called them and if i pretend it's my car,she doesn't have to pay for the tire to be changed.okay,fine so far. what i should have done is have my sister wait for the tow truck guy and pretend to be me. what i did instead was pretend it was my car. big mistake.
by then,it was dark out. the guy is going to patch the tire rather than put on the stupid donut tire.says it's much better than the spare.he asks me to move the car a little because it's in a puddle.then the total humiliation starts. i get in the car and i'm totally unfamiliar with the dash.i can't find the lights,so i figure since i'm just moving it an inch,i don't need lights.then i can barely find the right gear even though it's an automatic. it's dark. okay,that was bad enough. a few minutes later,he needs more light so he wants me to back it up so i'll be in front of the headlights of his truck.i get in the car again and try to find the lights and instead i get the windshield wipers going.finally find the lights but i can't for the life of me figure out how to stop the wipers. majorly embarrassing. now the guy either knows it's not my car or thinks i'm very very strange.i get out of the car and then he wants to move the car a bit more. this is where i was blessed with some grace or something.
i think this guy was an angel,really! he was so nice and if he suspected anything he didn't let on. i came up with the lamo excuse that 'oh,i do really stupid things when i get nervous'.so he got in the car,flicked the windshield wipers off without making a big fuss about it,puts it in neutral and puts on the emergency brake.so many people in this situation would have at least given me a dirty look.he must have known what the deal was now,but he was kind.it took him a long while to patch the thing because i guess the hole was really tiny. finally,he said 'all set' [in case anyone doesn't know,that means it's done,it's fixed...the reason i bring this up is that i was at the garage myself the other day chatting with the guy whose garage i go to,and he mentioned that one time he called someone up to tell them their car was ready,and he left message saying 'your car's all set' and they didn't know what that meant. i don't know if it's a new englandism or what. heck,i haven't travelled much myself...as far north as montreal,as far west as western new york,as far south as white plains,new york,and as far east as you can go,'down east' that is,the coast of maine.so i'm pretty provincial in a lot of ways.]
i asked if i had to sign anything for triple a and he said no.
so that was that. god,i was soooo embarrassed. i'm a klutz,i get embarrassed easily and i used to get embarrassed when i got embarrassed when i was younger,but i roll with the punches a bit more embarrassment-wise than i did when younger.but this...all i can say is that i was sooo fortunate that this guy was extraordinarily nice.
i hope i never see him again or if i ever do i hope he doesn't remember my name or face! geez.
just got a call from my sister and she made it home safely. phew.
okay,i have to laugh about it,but because i had to wait for the guy and then had to hang outside while he worked on the car,i got behind on my chores. now i'm doing my last load of laundry for the day and i still have to go to the grocery store and i think i need chocolate desperately for a mood elevator. and eating chocolate is not a horrendous thing for most people,but for me it means several days of feeling sick every time i eat and that's probably because acid is getting into my esophagus because the valve that usually keeps that acid in the stomach and out of the esophagus is weakended by chocolate.and getting acid in your esophagus is very very bad for you and can have very serious long term consequences. and when i feel upset and sad and miserable,i don't even care.it's sad.it's like a smoker with lung cancer who won't quit smoking or an alcoholic with a bad liver continuing to drink.it's not as serious as those two things,but eventually it can be.
in some ways it's laughable,because hey,you gotta laugh to survive sometimes. but i am just not having much luck quitting chocolate for more than a few days at a time because when i start to feel bad emotionally i panic because i know how awful it can get. and i can't stand it. and chocolate makes me feel better,at least temporarily,usually for several hours,to tell you the truth. it might be easier if i didn't have the situation with having to take care of my mother on my weekends.she was in the hospital all last week,but they said she didn't meet the criteria for a nursing home. so right now she is here with me and sometimes when she coughs she doesn't seem to be breathing. that's pretty scary for her and for me. but hey,she doesn't need to be in a nursing home...
heh,will that get by the censors?
anyhow,i'm in a sort of bad mood. just had a really bad time over really nothing,but i think since my life is so difficult right now,anything can make me snap and it did. in a way,this is disappointing because i'm on wellbutrin. it does help me quite a bit most of the time,but i guess i expect too much.
my sister had just left to go back home and mom and i were heading out to pick up our groceries.i hate going out after dark when it's cold and it was just starting to get dark.
well,my sister came back and said she had a flat tire.flat tires rot.i have aaa so i called them and if i pretend it's my car,she doesn't have to pay for the tire to be changed.okay,fine so far. what i should have done is have my sister wait for the tow truck guy and pretend to be me. what i did instead was pretend it was my car. big mistake.
by then,it was dark out. the guy is going to patch the tire rather than put on the stupid donut tire.says it's much better than the spare.he asks me to move the car a little because it's in a puddle.then the total humiliation starts. i get in the car and i'm totally unfamiliar with the dash.i can't find the lights,so i figure since i'm just moving it an inch,i don't need lights.then i can barely find the right gear even though it's an automatic. it's dark. okay,that was bad enough. a few minutes later,he needs more light so he wants me to back it up so i'll be in front of the headlights of his truck.i get in the car again and try to find the lights and instead i get the windshield wipers going.finally find the lights but i can't for the life of me figure out how to stop the wipers. majorly embarrassing. now the guy either knows it's not my car or thinks i'm very very strange.i get out of the car and then he wants to move the car a bit more. this is where i was blessed with some grace or something.
i think this guy was an angel,really! he was so nice and if he suspected anything he didn't let on. i came up with the lamo excuse that 'oh,i do really stupid things when i get nervous'.so he got in the car,flicked the windshield wipers off without making a big fuss about it,puts it in neutral and puts on the emergency brake.so many people in this situation would have at least given me a dirty look.he must have known what the deal was now,but he was kind.it took him a long while to patch the thing because i guess the hole was really tiny. finally,he said 'all set' [in case anyone doesn't know,that means it's done,it's fixed...the reason i bring this up is that i was at the garage myself the other day chatting with the guy whose garage i go to,and he mentioned that one time he called someone up to tell them their car was ready,and he left message saying 'your car's all set' and they didn't know what that meant. i don't know if it's a new englandism or what. heck,i haven't travelled much myself...as far north as montreal,as far west as western new york,as far south as white plains,new york,and as far east as you can go,'down east' that is,the coast of maine.so i'm pretty provincial in a lot of ways.]
i asked if i had to sign anything for triple a and he said no.
so that was that. god,i was soooo embarrassed. i'm a klutz,i get embarrassed easily and i used to get embarrassed when i got embarrassed when i was younger,but i roll with the punches a bit more embarrassment-wise than i did when younger.but this...all i can say is that i was sooo fortunate that this guy was extraordinarily nice.
i hope i never see him again or if i ever do i hope he doesn't remember my name or face! geez.
just got a call from my sister and she made it home safely. phew.
okay,i have to laugh about it,but because i had to wait for the guy and then had to hang outside while he worked on the car,i got behind on my chores. now i'm doing my last load of laundry for the day and i still have to go to the grocery store and i think i need chocolate desperately for a mood elevator. and eating chocolate is not a horrendous thing for most people,but for me it means several days of feeling sick every time i eat and that's probably because acid is getting into my esophagus because the valve that usually keeps that acid in the stomach and out of the esophagus is weakended by chocolate.and getting acid in your esophagus is very very bad for you and can have very serious long term consequences. and when i feel upset and sad and miserable,i don't even care.it's sad.it's like a smoker with lung cancer who won't quit smoking or an alcoholic with a bad liver continuing to drink.it's not as serious as those two things,but eventually it can be.
in some ways it's laughable,because hey,you gotta laugh to survive sometimes. but i am just not having much luck quitting chocolate for more than a few days at a time because when i start to feel bad emotionally i panic because i know how awful it can get. and i can't stand it. and chocolate makes me feel better,at least temporarily,usually for several hours,to tell you the truth. it might be easier if i didn't have the situation with having to take care of my mother on my weekends.she was in the hospital all last week,but they said she didn't meet the criteria for a nursing home. so right now she is here with me and sometimes when she coughs she doesn't seem to be breathing. that's pretty scary for her and for me. but hey,she doesn't need to be in a nursing home...