Last week was quite the week. I started it off with a bang and ended with
one (and not in a good way). Work was
interesting, busy and a tad bit on the stressful side. I tried hard to hide the grumpy, but don’t
think it worked out quite so well. The
two things I was excited about last week was spending time with my sister on
Wednesday night and then talking to Craig after work. He always makes things better…well not last
week. Friday was a good day, finally had
a little time to breathe while at work. 5pm
rolls around and it’s WOO HOO WE ARE FREE!!!
3 day weekend, this is going to be great. I had plans to go grocery shopping and
Saturday I was going to go down to Craig’s early and surprise him by having
dinner in the oven when he got home from work.
Then the plan was derailed.
I was coming up to the stop light and noticed 2 cars on the
light rail tracks and one car sitting at the crosswalk. I thought to myself “look at the dumbass
sitting on the tracks, don’t they know better?”
so I stopped what I thought was far enough back just in case the
crossing arms decided to come down it would give them enough room to back up. Well sure enough the lights started blinking
and the crossing arms started coming down.
Before I knew it was looking at the backend of a Toyota 4 Runner as she backed
right into me. I could not believe what
just happened. I had a bad week and then
this. She felt bad for what happened and
I was going into hysterical mode and couldn’t even remember how to use my phone
to call my sister. Since she wasn’t
answering her phone, I called my brother in law. Thankfully he answered and I spoke to
him. We moved our mess to the parking
lot across the street and exchanged information. She offered to wait while my family was on
the way, but I told her it wasn’t necessary that I would be okay.
She asked that I call her once they arrived so she knew I
was okay. Once Mike got there, I broke
down again. But did call her to let her
know that they had arrived and I was okay.
I also let Craig know that I wouldn’t be down as I didn’t want to go
anywhere just wanted to go home. All in
all it could have been worse. The airbag
didn’t go off, we both walked away with no injuries and as I told her, I would
much have her hit me than get creamed by a train. She did send me a text on Saturday asking how
I was doing. If I had felt like I had been hit by a train (bad joke). But we were both just a little stiff and
sore. Claim has been filed with the insurance. Ironically we both have the same
insurance company. So it’s up to them to
duke it out now. Car is over at the body
shop for repairs and I have a pretty Blue Volkswagon Jetta for a bit.
Saturday morning Bluka had a vet appointment as she was
wheezing and coughing, so to be safe I took her in for a checkup. Well, a few chest x-rays and a bottle of
antibiotics later she has Bronchitis. So
she gets medicine once a day for 4 days, then twice a week with a follow up
appointment. I’m thinking I got her
taken care of then Fabio starts throwing up. Which with him, I’m thinking it’s
something he ate because there was chunks of what I think were other animal in
it. Who knows. All I know if that I almost threw up cleaning
it. So I was at home this weekend with
two sick kitties, a sore/stiff neck and
upper back. ONLY to throw in there no
phone call, text NOTHING from Craig on Sunday or yesterday until I reached out
to him. I’m getting to that part
I spoke to Craig on Saturday after he got home and the phone
call ended with “I will talk to you tomorrow”.
Okay fine, I had a headache and just wanted to go lay down anyways. But ended up crying myself to sleep Saturday
night. Sunday morning I looked like
hell, but I spent the morning cleaning
the house and making my guest room as cozy as I could, but not too cozy. I was hoping that Craig would come up after
the week I had I just wanted to spend some time with him and just be. But I got nothing. No phone call, no text. A big fat zero zilch nada NOTHING. I looked at it as a reminder as to why I am
the strong independent woman that I am and why I was single for so long. Sometimes I just feel better off that way and
this was one of those times. Sunday
night came with still no word from him, so again I went to sleep feeling
alone. But I knew I wasn’t, as I have
the love and support from my family.
Roxane came up and we took the nieces to Apple Hill for a few hours,
then Roxane and I went to lunch. I
always feel better when I’m with my sisters.
Not being able take it anymore and I told him that I needed
to know he would be there for me no matter what. Meaning, I really needed him this weekend and
he was being one with the couch. He
translated my “I don’t want to play anymore” comment into I wanted to be alone
so that’s what he did. We did talk and
he apologized, but it still doesn’t make it any better. It’s been a weekend of ups and downs, one
that I really don’t want to ride anymore.
But it can only get better from here and I’m strong enough to wade my
way through the muck and persevere. My bank account though, is a completely
different story.
