where do i begin....
my mother is in the hospital. has been throwing up for over a week. hasn't been able to eat as a result, in over a week. the doctors have no fucking idea what is wrong with her. they will say, oh this is what it probably is, and then its not. they haven't exactly been putting too much effort or concern into her.
she is producing large amounts of bile, which is what shes throwing up. Yesterday, the Dr stopped in for his 'hey I'm here, okay i can log it and get paid for this' visit and when he, once again, said 'don't' know whats wrong with you,' my brother asked him why the hell mom was vomiting far more than she was taking in. the Dr. actually thought about this morning and decided to run a scope into her stomach today. Why the FUCK does it take my brother's asking of a si9mple goddamn question to prompt a Dr to do his fucking job? I'm so fucked up, mad, concerned, etc. about this. I mean FUCK.
Is there anything I can do? Any way of reporting dr.s that just don't seem to give a goddamn?? I'm so stressed about this.
Secondly, not 2 weeks after my car accident and subsequent $400+ bill, and Lauren's bullshit ticket,
e:lauren 's car decides to shit a brick. So we have it at the mechanics right now. First its the coil - and apparently she's been running on 2 cylinders. Once they get the coil, then they can figure out if its a catalytic converter.
What really fucking sucks is that we only need this car for 4 more months until we move to NYC. Which, in case any of you are doing the math, is seriously taking a whole hell of a lot out of our "move to NYC" fund.
which brings me to my next point... My supposed best friend last night informed me that because she is miserable living at her brothers for these FEW fucking short months until I get there, she is going into a deal with her former employer (who, incidentally fucked her royally and caused her to be in serious financial debt) wherein she is getting an apartment in NY by herself, and her former boss will pay for half of it as long as he can stay there 2-3 times a month.
As in she will not be moving in with us, splitting a 2 bedroom with us, she casually says she wants to move into this apartment and we would have to find one on our own. FUCK YOU.
Okay, so moral of the whole fucking story? Someone took a big shit on my parade.
Now I have to go get ready to drive to LOCKPORT to pick up all the Cellphones that I was transferring to the SPRINGVILLE store and forgot yesterday, and then drive to SPRINGVILLE.
So, I haven't posted in a while, and this is the angry fucked up woah is me post i post? yup. Fuck.