Scriptor: February 2011

Alright, so this last week has been one thing after another for my family and me. First, the week before last, my mom had a horrible stomach bug. Then I caught it last Saturday and just started feeling like myself yesterday. I finally had the energy to sit at my computer. I mustered up all I could to do my homework the other two times I sat in my chair so I could at least email it to my professor. I hope they both don't count it against me, but when you have a stomach bug that turns all nutrition into unpleasantness of the rear, you do not want to go anywhere, let alone class for six hours. My flu caused me to miss the Pokemon Black & White mall tour in Arcadia. I was so psyched to go and thought my nausea was just hangover-related. I originally felt bad the night before and ignored it, but the day of the tour I knew I was going nowhere. Big fat bummer.

Then I get denied disability because my doctor and/or her staff was not specific enough on the papers (that is a whole other story, BTW). So I have to appeal that, which takes more time so I have to go even longer with no pay, and I lose my insurance as of March 1 because I have not been working minimum hours and have no disability stubs to show them.

And then, my company lets me know that I need to apply through them for leave, and since I misunderstood the first paper, I am treading on water right now to get it back to them on time. Since I was sick, my brother (who was nice enough) left it at the office on Wednesday for them to fill out, but when I went on Friday after my x-ray, it was still on her desk. So fuck. It needs to get back to my company's HR department by March 7, and my doc is only there Tuesday and Thursday. All I could do was ask the girl at the desk (who was very nice and understanding of my plight) to leave a note letting her know how urgent it is that it gets filled out so I can mail it. I care less about the disability appeal and more about not losing my job due to an injury (see other story to come later).

I was really hoping to make it to class on Thursday, but sadly, I still had tummy issues so I had to stay home. Friday was going to be better. My bro and I were going out to Rancho to get my x-ray and see about my papers so I showered and waited for him to return from the union hall by the agreed upon time. He was late, which was fine because I was still unwell and just chilled watching TV Land and playing Yoshi's Island DS. When he finally got here, he said there was a problem...a big one. He crashed my car by rear-ending someone on the off-ramp that is akin to hell thanks to the construction. I burst out crying (due to everything finally crashing on me- I have never cried so hard in my life before; I couldn't breathe).

So now, my awesome grandma, who has done so much for me and my mom and bro (despite the times I complain about how I think some things are unfair), is going to be buy me a new used car, hopefully a Honda Civic like I already have. The damage is fairly bad but still drivable and fixable. The plan is that my bro can get the parts and fix it and eventually keep it. Somewhat humorously, this is a situation my mom joked about in the past. I love my car, but I would love to have a newer model if only by a couple or few years. Power windows, power locks, maybe tint, hopefully an after market CD player...we'll see. So far there has been no luck, but it's only been two days. I am a patient person, and since I am off work now anyway and only have class two days a week, it's fine. I just feel bad for my mom since we have to use her car for everything. Plus my g-mom is buying it for me out of her money alone since we're poor. Granted she did help my cousin out when he got his first car, and she was supposed to help my mom with my bro's new car a few years back. I will just be grateful when I get my new mode of transportation. I hated getting rides everywhere before I finally managed to pass my driving test (took three times, but I did it). Now I am kind of back there for a bit.

But, like I said, that's fine. I hate putting my grandma through this stress. I hope she's around for the next few years and can see my get me teaching credential and a job so she knows I will be okay on my own. I hope my mom gets a job (doing pharm tech or whatever she wants), I hope my uncle gets his job, and I hope my bro finds his way. I would like for her to see that before she departs. It would make her feel good to know, after all of her help and support and love, that her family is alright.