Man, remember last blog when I said that the stress was almost over? FML.
The dog is sick.. He's having a hard time standing on his own and when he does manage to rise he's unstable on his feet. He looks like me after 9 jack'n'cokes. I took him to the vet which was expensive as all hell and he's on steroids and antibiotics and it better make a fucking difference because I'm supposed to be starting new chapters here.. and new chapters certainly dont' start will a pall over everything from putting my fucking dog down.
and the starter in my car has finally died, so I have zero transportation to say goodbye to friends and family in michigan.. the friends I know who happen to know about cars are out of town.. and the part is almost as much money as the vet visit was, and both of those costs were pulled from the ever dwindling supply of gas money to get a moving van from detroit to north carolina.
I'm going to try and fix it today but if I dont, Dryad and I miss a goodbye dinner some friends were fixing up tonight, and I miss the last jam with the band on saturday, and until it gets fixed I can't get the dog back for a followup visit with the vet.
I seriously wish I had some shit to break right now, I'm so frustrated.. but I've thrown out or sold everything we dont need so I can't afford to smash anything to make me feel better.
I need a drink.
*edit*
Through sheer force of will and a liberal use of google I installed the starter myself.. it was not as hard as I thought it would be but because I no longer have my good hydraulic jack and jackstands, I kept waiting to be crushed under the weight of my own car when the factory jack gave out. But my head and chest are thankfully crush-free at the moment which means I'll be able to at least say a proper goodbye before I get on the road.
fingers still crossed about the dog.
The dog is sick.. He's having a hard time standing on his own and when he does manage to rise he's unstable on his feet. He looks like me after 9 jack'n'cokes. I took him to the vet which was expensive as all hell and he's on steroids and antibiotics and it better make a fucking difference because I'm supposed to be starting new chapters here.. and new chapters certainly dont' start will a pall over everything from putting my fucking dog down.
and the starter in my car has finally died, so I have zero transportation to say goodbye to friends and family in michigan.. the friends I know who happen to know about cars are out of town.. and the part is almost as much money as the vet visit was, and both of those costs were pulled from the ever dwindling supply of gas money to get a moving van from detroit to north carolina.
I'm going to try and fix it today but if I dont, Dryad and I miss a goodbye dinner some friends were fixing up tonight, and I miss the last jam with the band on saturday, and until it gets fixed I can't get the dog back for a followup visit with the vet.
I seriously wish I had some shit to break right now, I'm so frustrated.. but I've thrown out or sold everything we dont need so I can't afford to smash anything to make me feel better.
I need a drink.
*edit*
Through sheer force of will and a liberal use of google I installed the starter myself.. it was not as hard as I thought it would be but because I no longer have my good hydraulic jack and jackstands, I kept waiting to be crushed under the weight of my own car when the factory jack gave out. But my head and chest are thankfully crush-free at the moment which means I'll be able to at least say a proper goodbye before I get on the road.
fingers still crossed about the dog.
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mildots:
It will all get better. Just think of looking at it in the rear view on the way south.
syh:
Hooray for crush-free head & chest!