Health and the car

Without backtracking too much and going into too many details in regards to my financial situation, let me just say that it's very messed up. Dad had offered to go with me to meet with the VP of his bank to see if the last name would cut me any slack there and allow me to open an account ('cause this Bank of Wal-Mart business of paying to cash paychecks and constantly buying money orders is fecking _ridiculous_). So an appointment was set up for Tuesday. Cool.

On Sunday, I have this headache that just won't quit. It feels like a food headache, so I eat, but that doesn't help. So I take some Tylenol, and that doesn't help either. It's the same on Monday while I'm at work. Then at about eight o'clock Monday night, I start feeling some other not-right signs. So I'm careful about what I eat for dinner and how much, and when I go to bed at midnight I'm not feeling any worse than that general not-right sense.

Well, three thirty in the morning I wake up and am violently ill, and again at 4:45. Bleh. Also some other lower abdomen issues. _Not_ driving an hour up the hill on a highway that is limited as far as availability of bathrooms goes. So I call up dad and the bank guy and cancel, which turns out not to be a big because the weather up there is crummy, anyway, and with me having one mostly-bald tire on my car it would have been bad driving anyway.

But the other thing dad was going to do was help me sort out all the stuff I have to do to transfer the car into my name and register it and all that jazz. So I decide to not make a _total_ waste of the day, seize some initiative, and go out to do it on my own. The major hitch there was that the car needed to be smogged. Normally this takes, like, fifteen minutes. It took them _two_hours_ for my car, because it has Issues with revving (I didn't even ask for an explanation, because it wouldn't make sense to me anyway). But it at least was finally clear, so I head over to a DMV branch, arriving fifteen minutes before closing time (thanks to the extra time at the smog test place), and luckily I picked the right branch because they had _tons_ of windows so the wait was very fast. Paid the money, got the sticker, all is cool. Except for the bald tire, the revving thing, a transmission leak... I _do_ appreciate my uncle giving me his car, I really do. I just wish it could have been, like, _fixed_ before he handed it over to me.

So on the sick thing, I do feel better today. Probably could have gone in to work but decided a day off in which I actually _rested_ would help me get better faster. Still had the headache and general body-wooziness from Tuesday and developed a nice (hopefully productive) cough, but at least the nausea and other was gone. And Tylenol worked tonight. Yay!

I seem to be shaking this much faster than ktbee is shaking hers, so maybe we don't have the same thing, after all. Hmm...

Health and the car

Without backtracking too much and going into too many details in regards to my financial situation, let me just say that it's very messed up. Dad had offered to go with me to meet with the VP of his bank to see if the last name would cut me any slack there and allow me to open an account ('cause this Bank of Wal-Mart business of paying to cash paychecks and constantly buying money orders is fecking _ridiculous_). So an appointment was set up for Tuesday. Cool.

On Sunday, I have this headache that just won't quit. It feels like a food headache, so I eat, but that doesn't help. So I take some Tylenol, and that doesn't help either. It's the same on Monday while I'm at work. Then at about eight o'clock Monday night, I start feeling some other not-right signs. So I'm careful about what I eat for dinner and how much, and when I go to bed at midnight I'm not feeling any worse than that general not-right sense.

Well, three thirty in the morning I wake up and am violently ill, and again at 4:45. Bleh. Also some other lower abdomen issues. _Not_ driving an hour up the hill on a highway that is limited as far as availability of bathrooms goes. So I call up dad and the bank guy and cancel, which turns out not to be a big because the weather up there is crummy, anyway, and with me having one mostly-bald tire on my car it would have been bad driving anyway.

But the other thing dad was going to do was help me sort out all the stuff I have to do to transfer the car into my name and register it and all that jazz. So I decide to not make a _total_ waste of the day, seize some initiative, and go out to do it on my own. The major hitch there was that the car needed to be smogged. Normally this takes, like, fifteen minutes. It took them _two_hours_ for my car, because it has Issues with revving (I didn't even ask for an explanation, because it wouldn't make sense to me anyway). But it at least was finally clear, so I head over to a DMV branch, arriving fifteen minutes before closing time (thanks to the extra time at the smog test place), and luckily I picked the right branch because they had _tons_ of windows so the wait was very fast. Paid the money, got the sticker, all is cool. Except for the bald tire, the revving thing, a transmission leak... I _do_ appreciate my uncle giving me his car, I really do. I just wish it could have been, like, _fixed_ before he handed it over to me.

So on the sick thing, I do feel better today. Probably could have gone in to work but decided a day off in which I actually _rested_ would help me get better faster. Still had the headache and general body-wooziness from Tuesday and developed a nice (hopefully productive) cough, but at least the nausea and other was gone. And Tylenol worked tonight. Yay!

I seem to be shaking this much faster than ktbee is shaking hers, so maybe we don't have the same thing, after all. Hmm...

Health and the Car, revisited

Health is better:

Thank You! to all my well-wishers (and especially starfirenz for the energy boosts); I am feeling much better. I went to work today, only had to take Tylenol once in the morning and no headache all day long, even after it had worn off. I felt brave and so ate some potato salad for lunch, though my stomach went "Argh" in a way I wasn't sure at the time was more "Eep! Solid food for the first time in two days!" or "Blagh, I'm still sick!" Turns out it was more the former, as it decided at about eight this evening that it _does_, in fact, like the idea of solid food, and started rumbling at me in ways I have not felt since my second trimester. Had a meal bar and a bowl of cottage cheese and pineapple for dinner and it's quieted down nicely.

The only achy-icky thing left is a sore throat from the coughing, for which I foresaw and heeded Tanja's advice for "honey, honey and more honey" in my chamomile tea. Twist my arm, seriously.

Car is worse:

I found out the hard way today that my car does not have an indicator light for when my gas tank is nearing empty. I noticed that the needle on the gage, though, was drooping low as I was on my way to work, so I pull into a station and think I'm being a good kid by filling up before the light comes on (my dad tried to impart the wisdom of "refill at 1/4 of a tank," but it didn't take). But I reach into my purse and can't find my wallet. Ahh, shite. I _very_ carefully drive Morgan to daycare and myself to work, because I can't afford the ticket for driving without my license.

Turns out it had been fumes that got me into the parking lot at work, because as I went to pull out of my parking space at the end of the day, my car just _stopped_. Rarg. firey_fairy and I transfer Morgan's car seat to her car, and she drives me over to the daycare to pick her up, and also to a Kragen to buy a gas can, and then to a gas station to fill up said gas can (which I'd never done before, and so was a little awkward about). This is all on money borrowed from Linda, because I have no wallet. So we return to the office, I give Linda her change, we transfer Morgan _back_ to my car, and then Becca and I fiddle with the gas can until a nice man in the parking lot takes pity on us poor girls and shows us how it's done (though we _could_ have figured it out on our own; there were illustrated instructions and everything *wink*).

So I am now the proud owner of a two-gallon gas can, which is enough to get me from work to home, and from home to the Chevron a few blocks away (though I'm not sure how much farther), where I happily put $20 into my gas tank from the wallet I found - once I got home and enlisted ktbee's help in searching the living room - to be still in my purse.

*sigh*

Health and the Car, revisited

Health is better:

Thank You! to all my well-wishers (and especially starfirenz for the energy boosts); I am feeling much better. I went to work today, only had to take Tylenol once in the morning and no headache all day long, even after it had worn off. I felt brave and so ate some potato salad for lunch, though my stomach went "Argh" in a way I wasn't sure at the time was more "Eep! Solid food for the first time in two days!" or "Blagh, I'm still sick!" Turns out it was more the former, as it decided at about eight this evening that it _does_, in fact, like the idea of solid food, and started rumbling at me in ways I have not felt since my second trimester. Had a meal bar and a bowl of cottage cheese and pineapple for dinner and it's quieted down nicely.

The only achy-icky thing left is a sore throat from the coughing, for which I foresaw and heeded Tanja's advice for "honey, honey and more honey" in my chamomile tea. Twist my arm, seriously.

Car is worse:

I found out the hard way today that my car does not have an indicator light for when my gas tank is nearing empty. I noticed that the needle on the gage, though, was drooping low as I was on my way to work, so I pull into a station and think I'm being a good kid by filling up before the light comes on (my dad tried to impart the wisdom of "refill at 1/4 of a tank," but it didn't take). But I reach into my purse and can't find my wallet. Ahh, shite. I _very_ carefully drive Morgan to daycare and myself to work, because I can't afford the ticket for driving without my license.

Turns out it had been fumes that got me into the parking lot at work, because as I went to pull out of my parking space at the end of the day, my car just _stopped_. Rarg. firey_fairy and I transfer Morgan's car seat to her car, and she drives me over to the daycare to pick her up, and also to a Kragen to buy a gas can, and then to a gas station to fill up said gas can (which I'd never done before, and so was a little awkward about). This is all on money borrowed from Linda, because I have no wallet. So we return to the office, I give Linda her change, we transfer Morgan _back_ to my car, and then Becca and I fiddle with the gas can until a nice man in the parking lot takes pity on us poor girls and shows us how it's done (though we _could_ have figured it out on our own; there were illustrated instructions and everything *wink*).

So I am now the proud owner of a two-gallon gas can, which is enough to get me from work to home, and from home to the Chevron a few blocks away (though I'm not sure how much farther), where I happily put $20 into my gas tank from the wallet I found - once I got home and enlisted ktbee's help in searching the living room - to be still in my purse.

*sigh*