Last Monday was the first day I went to work since being on bedrest for a month. I was so excited because I had to get out of my house and try to pick up in my crazy life where it was left off. Let me just say, I'm not a busy person...relaxing is one of my favorite things and I do it well. However, I felt that I had built up enough downtime to last me a lifetime. So I was more than ready to get up and go do my UnderArmour merchandising visit at Academy. I felt that whatever lesson I was suppose to learn or whatever from all this mess had been absorbed and I was good for a while before another bad day or tragic something happened to me.
So here I go...I get up that Monday morning (should've been a clue right there), got dressed, grabbed my coffee in my handy dandy travel mug that I love so much and off I go. Not as quickly as usual because I still had stitches in my foot from the amputated piggy so hobbling down my steep stairs was interesting but I could do it. I'm strong (so i've heard) and even though it was going to be a painful day, I could do this.
Walk out to my little Santa Fe that I hadn't driven in over a month and there it was...a flat tire. I'm good though. I'm right around the corner from the tire place (Gunstream's Tires rocks) and I figured if I drove slow enough it wouldn't mess the rim up. So I get in and crank the vehicle only to realize I am on bone dry...there is no gas in my vehicle. Felt a little bit of anxiety build up but I quickly squashed that because I really had built up more of a peace with God over the previous month so, Miss Anxiety........be gone!
Make it to Gunstream's, which was very busy already at 8:30 that morning. It would put me a little bit late getting to my destination for the day but that was alright. I am more of a late evening/night owl so I didn't mind working later. Opened my wallet to get my money out and noticed my driver's license was not in the spot it always is.....I never take it out except for those rare occasions when you have to hand it over. The last time I remember seeing it was in the hospital so I thought maybe it was left in my pants pockets or one of the bags that I received from the hospital. No biggy...I got this. Will just drive back by the house to get it after I'm done with the tire.
Soooo.....tire is fixed and decided to get the oil changed because i'm about 1,000 miles overdue and there was no way I was blowing the motor up in my Santa Fe like I have the previous two vehicles from not paying attention to the oil until the oil light came on. Get in and just so happened to look at the tags on my car and i'll be damned, if both of them are expired. When I went in to the hospital at the beginning of June, they were fine. Not so much anymore. There was no way I was going to drive 2 hours away with expired tags.....which i've done before and it doesn't end well either.
*insert deep breath* This is really gonna be pushing my schedule but it had to be done. So I go by my Mom's work, which is a block away, to get her van so I can run to the bank to get money out. For some reason, my debit card was also M.I.A....probably off rendezvousing with my driver's license. Without my debt card and license, I had to go in to the bank to cash the check and I couldn't drive my suv because it was on fumes.
My Mom has two keys to her van...one to unlock the door and one to crank it. I only have the key to crank it on my keyring....the one to unlock the door is in my suv at her shop. Why?? I have no idea....but it was there. I had taken both her keys and my keys when I went to the bank so I could use her keys to unlock the vehicle and mine to crank it. (Seriously? I really do wonder about myself....a normal person would've just taken her's since it had both keys on it)
So I go in to the bank and get money out and when I was walking back up to the van, I realized I had grabbed only my set of keys when I went in....the set that does not unlock the door. There, on the seat in the locked up van because I lock doors without thinking about, are the keys to unlock the van as well as my cell phone. Needless to say, Miss Anxiety was kicking the hell out of any peace I had when I left my house a little over an hour ago. WTH???? I've had a whole month of hell and was it really too much to ask for the first day out to go smoothly. Monday's generally suck and this day was no exception.
My sister Debbie came to the rescue and went back to get the door key from my suv...got that all taken care of and I go back by my house to grab my license so I can register my vehicle. License was nowhere to be found!!! **insert another deep breath** At this time, I had come to the conclusion that they were lost while in the hospital and I would have to go to the DPS to get a new one. I couldn't drive without a license (my luck, I'd get pulled over) or register my vehicle without it. So I make it to the gas station on the fumes, fill it up, and head off to the Orange DPS to get a replacement.
The Orange DPS is smaller and there is never a wait so it wouldn't take long. I was already 3 hours past the time I should've been on the road but this had to be done. Get to the DPS and I am number 98....they are on number 87, with one person behind the counter. Seriously??? There has never been more than two people in there everytime i've went there and this is the day that everybody decided to go????? Once again, WTH Monday?? I'm ready to go back to bed and medicate myself back in to the oblivious state that I had been in for a month. So....two hours, 11 numbers, and 5 special people later, I finally get my replacement and head back to Vidor so I can get my tags.
Pull up to the tax office and I pull out my wallet to make sure I got what I need. $62.50? Check....newly printed off temporary license? Check.....insurance card....where the HELL is my insurance card??? Have no idea where it is!! I had not only been driving around with no license and expired tags but also with no insurance card. By this time, i'm sweating, my nerves are fried, my excitement for the day had flown out the window about 3 hours ago, and I was looking at the sky saying, "Are you freaking kidding me, God?!"
By this time, it was after 2pm and I still hadn't left my town to make the two hour drive to my work destination for the day. There was no way in the world I was going to make it today. I was at least thankful at this point that I had my license so if a cop did pull me over, I could explain all of this to him and show him my amputated toe and tell him it wasn't my fault....turn on the tears and worm my way out if I needed to. Go back to my Mom's shop, print off new insurance card and go get my new tags.
By this time, i'm so mentally drained, that if anything else had happened, I was very positive they would have to put me back in the hospital for a mental breakdown. Fortunately, nothing did and I went back home after getting myself and my car legal, took meds because my foot was killing me by this point, and went back to the bed that I had so looked forward to leaving at 7 that morning.
It was definitely a bad, bad day. Something that I didn't really think I would have because I had been through so much for over a month. Well, you know what? Life doesn't give a rat's badonkydonk if you've had a bad month or not....it doesn't care that you really needed the money from that day's work because you have bills that are coming up and your bank account is dry. To be honest, at that point I wasn't even sure if God cared....I was questioning myself and what kind of hell I had caused to make karma come and attack me with the force it was attacking me with.
of course, the side effect of the pain pills killing the foot pain was it also eased my mental state as well. After running to my safe haven (my lil' attic apartment) and a good nap, I woke up and was able to think clearly again. Of course God cares....life doesn't but He does. Will things get better for me? Of course they will....they always do. My life is a roller coaster ride, to say the least, and if it's really true that "what doesn't kill you, makes you stronger", I should be Hercules-ette pretty soon. :)
Thank y'all for reading my blog....there will be more to come and in the meantime, here is a link to my online store. Take your shoes off and have a look around. :)
So here I go...I get up that Monday morning (should've been a clue right there), got dressed, grabbed my coffee in my handy dandy travel mug that I love so much and off I go. Not as quickly as usual because I still had stitches in my foot from the amputated piggy so hobbling down my steep stairs was interesting but I could do it. I'm strong (so i've heard) and even though it was going to be a painful day, I could do this.
Walk out to my little Santa Fe that I hadn't driven in over a month and there it was...a flat tire. I'm good though. I'm right around the corner from the tire place (Gunstream's Tires rocks) and I figured if I drove slow enough it wouldn't mess the rim up. So I get in and crank the vehicle only to realize I am on bone dry...there is no gas in my vehicle. Felt a little bit of anxiety build up but I quickly squashed that because I really had built up more of a peace with God over the previous month so, Miss Anxiety........be gone!
Make it to Gunstream's, which was very busy already at 8:30 that morning. It would put me a little bit late getting to my destination for the day but that was alright. I am more of a late evening/night owl so I didn't mind working later. Opened my wallet to get my money out and noticed my driver's license was not in the spot it always is.....I never take it out except for those rare occasions when you have to hand it over. The last time I remember seeing it was in the hospital so I thought maybe it was left in my pants pockets or one of the bags that I received from the hospital. No biggy...I got this. Will just drive back by the house to get it after I'm done with the tire.
Soooo.....tire is fixed and decided to get the oil changed because i'm about 1,000 miles overdue and there was no way I was blowing the motor up in my Santa Fe like I have the previous two vehicles from not paying attention to the oil until the oil light came on. Get in and just so happened to look at the tags on my car and i'll be damned, if both of them are expired. When I went in to the hospital at the beginning of June, they were fine. Not so much anymore. There was no way I was going to drive 2 hours away with expired tags.....which i've done before and it doesn't end well either.
*insert deep breath* This is really gonna be pushing my schedule but it had to be done. So I go by my Mom's work, which is a block away, to get her van so I can run to the bank to get money out. For some reason, my debit card was also M.I.A....probably off rendezvousing with my driver's license. Without my debt card and license, I had to go in to the bank to cash the check and I couldn't drive my suv because it was on fumes.
My Mom has two keys to her van...one to unlock the door and one to crank it. I only have the key to crank it on my keyring....the one to unlock the door is in my suv at her shop. Why?? I have no idea....but it was there. I had taken both her keys and my keys when I went to the bank so I could use her keys to unlock the vehicle and mine to crank it. (Seriously? I really do wonder about myself....a normal person would've just taken her's since it had both keys on it)
So I go in to the bank and get money out and when I was walking back up to the van, I realized I had grabbed only my set of keys when I went in....the set that does not unlock the door. There, on the seat in the locked up van because I lock doors without thinking about, are the keys to unlock the van as well as my cell phone. Needless to say, Miss Anxiety was kicking the hell out of any peace I had when I left my house a little over an hour ago. WTH???? I've had a whole month of hell and was it really too much to ask for the first day out to go smoothly. Monday's generally suck and this day was no exception.
My sister Debbie came to the rescue and went back to get the door key from my suv...got that all taken care of and I go back by my house to grab my license so I can register my vehicle. License was nowhere to be found!!! **insert another deep breath** At this time, I had come to the conclusion that they were lost while in the hospital and I would have to go to the DPS to get a new one. I couldn't drive without a license (my luck, I'd get pulled over) or register my vehicle without it. So I make it to the gas station on the fumes, fill it up, and head off to the Orange DPS to get a replacement.
The Orange DPS is smaller and there is never a wait so it wouldn't take long. I was already 3 hours past the time I should've been on the road but this had to be done. Get to the DPS and I am number 98....they are on number 87, with one person behind the counter. Seriously??? There has never been more than two people in there everytime i've went there and this is the day that everybody decided to go????? Once again, WTH Monday?? I'm ready to go back to bed and medicate myself back in to the oblivious state that I had been in for a month. So....two hours, 11 numbers, and 5 special people later, I finally get my replacement and head back to Vidor so I can get my tags.
Pull up to the tax office and I pull out my wallet to make sure I got what I need. $62.50? Check....newly printed off temporary license? Check.....insurance card....where the HELL is my insurance card??? Have no idea where it is!! I had not only been driving around with no license and expired tags but also with no insurance card. By this time, i'm sweating, my nerves are fried, my excitement for the day had flown out the window about 3 hours ago, and I was looking at the sky saying, "Are you freaking kidding me, God?!"
By this time, it was after 2pm and I still hadn't left my town to make the two hour drive to my work destination for the day. There was no way in the world I was going to make it today. I was at least thankful at this point that I had my license so if a cop did pull me over, I could explain all of this to him and show him my amputated toe and tell him it wasn't my fault....turn on the tears and worm my way out if I needed to. Go back to my Mom's shop, print off new insurance card and go get my new tags.
By this time, i'm so mentally drained, that if anything else had happened, I was very positive they would have to put me back in the hospital for a mental breakdown. Fortunately, nothing did and I went back home after getting myself and my car legal, took meds because my foot was killing me by this point, and went back to the bed that I had so looked forward to leaving at 7 that morning.
It was definitely a bad, bad day. Something that I didn't really think I would have because I had been through so much for over a month. Well, you know what? Life doesn't give a rat's badonkydonk if you've had a bad month or not....it doesn't care that you really needed the money from that day's work because you have bills that are coming up and your bank account is dry. To be honest, at that point I wasn't even sure if God cared....I was questioning myself and what kind of hell I had caused to make karma come and attack me with the force it was attacking me with.
of course, the side effect of the pain pills killing the foot pain was it also eased my mental state as well. After running to my safe haven (my lil' attic apartment) and a good nap, I woke up and was able to think clearly again. Of course God cares....life doesn't but He does. Will things get better for me? Of course they will....they always do. My life is a roller coaster ride, to say the least, and if it's really true that "what doesn't kill you, makes you stronger", I should be Hercules-ette pretty soon. :)
Thank y'all for reading my blog....there will be more to come and in the meantime, here is a link to my online store. Take your shoes off and have a look around. :)
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