Well, it could be worse.

[quidditchgrrl]

My car is dead when I go to leave for work.  Attempts to charge and jump are unsuccessful.  I realize that my AAA membership is expired by 3 days.  Mr. K drives me to work, and plans to pick up a battery.

I call AAA and re-up the membership.

Work goes fine, I can prep for tonight's Board meeting, I go to spinning per normal.

Phone rings at 1:05pm.  My cousin calling, upset, to tell me my Granny is dying.  Kidney failure and old age (she's 85).  The kids are up in Michigan for the final days.  Shelly doesn't really have a handle on what all is happening (and she's obviously in no mental state to process these things) and she gives me her mom's cell number so I can get the deets.

Call my sister, call my dad.  Dad casually mentions that he's going in for prostate surgery next week, some roto-rooting or other.  He also mentions that the horrible, terrible back and leg pain he's had for the last 6 months was from a dislocated HIP.  It's been popped back into place twice now, since he fell and re-dislocated it.  The surgery has been held off for at least that long, because he couldn't lay down flat, and also because they couldn't give him a good enough assurance that he would still be able to have sex post-op.

O______o

Of course, he would neither confirm nor deny the C word.  He doesn't think so, he says.  Because, you know, he's the expert on these things. 

Mr. K. calls; he has the battery.  I take my leave of work (because me = worthless) and accompany him home.  I call my aunt, who is surprisingly unweepy, and get some info from her, but not much more than Shell could give me.  It's the end, the end, not much more to say.  She just lost her father-in-law/brother-in-law (uh, my Aunt Martha married my Aunt Judy's father-in-law?) in much the same fashion; my Aunt Martha is worse off and went home today.

At home, we can't get the battery out, so we call AAA.   AAA repair person explains that it's not the battery, it's probably the starter or the ignition.  Sigh.  He calls his tow truck driver to pick up the car.  The driver arrives, and the car turns over like it's never had a rough start in its life!  Gaddam.

Took the sucker in anyway, to check the connections, etc.  Hopefully it'll be a nice, easy thing to fix *snort*





I made it to TOB meeting in one piece, and no friction.

The best time to go to Sam's Club is 7:00pm on a Tuesday night.  I was poppin' wheelies!

Made it to the library before my reserves were sent back.

Mr. K is going to take me to work tomorrow and I will take the bus to the gym after work.

No one is dead (yet).



I need a stiff drink *chugs Diet Coke*

So, how was YOUR day?  :)

Comments

[notasecretagent.livejournal.com]

That is a super crappy day. :( I'm sorry to hear about your grandmother... I hope things turn out all right. I'll be thinking of your family.

And my day was fine, since you asked. :) I think "life: sucking at it" is a good description of how things have been going lately, but it's not entirely awful. Just sort of blah, can't do anything right kind of stuff. Boo.

[quidditchgrrl.livejournal.com]

Yep, the doldrums are in full effect right now!

[avidbeader.livejournal.com]

*hugs you lots and sends a pitcher of abigail89's Cosmos.

[quidditchgrrl.livejournal.com]

Thanks!

[abigail89.livejournal.com]

Jeeeezus! What a craptastic day. You deserve everything and anything you want tonight.

*hugs you*

[quidditchgrrl.livejournal.com]

Thanks! I'll be having a nice reward tonight. :)

[roguebitch.livejournal.com]

Wow.

Your day...renders me speechless.

I send you *hugs*. And maybe a whiskey sour, which is my new favorite alcomoholic drink. ;->

[quidditchgrrl.livejournal.com]

Thanks, and I will certainly be having something stronger than Diet Coke tonight. :)

[rachet.livejournal.com]

Oh sweetie...that is a pretty craptastic day indeed.

I am so sorry about your grandma. And the Dad news isn't that great either. Hopefully his surgery will go well and the C word will not be uttered.

*big hugs*

I hope you found something stronger than Diet Coke tonight.

[quidditchgrrl.livejournal.com]

Thanks, I'm hopeful that all news will be at least bearable. :)

[mostcurious.livejournal.com]

That is a crap day. Sorry to hear about your grandmother, and your dad.

[nuclearpolymer.livejournal.com]

Sorry things are whacked and I hope your Dad is ok.

[authenticjoy.livejournal.com]

Um...

Oh. My. God.

I think you had a bad day. I have a cold. I'll take my cold, thanks.

I'm so sorry to hear about your grandmother. I was really close to mine, so it always breaks my heart to hear that people are losing theirs.

Your dad sounds typical, by not telling anyone what's going on. Some people are just private and they have to completely digest things before they let them out. He may be like that about the C thing too. He has to deal with it inside before he can share it with others. It's scary stuff.

The dead battery sucks too.

I missed a meeting this morning.

[annearchy.livejournal.com]

Yikes. Day = FAIL. *hugs*

[poconell.livejournal.com]

I didn't get a chance to give you a hug yesterday, so here's a late one.

::Hugs::

I hope things get better soon. Sorry about your Grandma. Your Dad sounds just like all the men in my family. Internalizing. GAH!!!