1. Last sunday I was stopped at a red light and someone rear ended me going about 60 mph. My car wasn't totalled, but the repairs are over $15k and will take at least another week just to get the parts in, let alone begin repairs. So we're down to my husband's truck and a tiny rental car. I'm hurting, and my doc is throwing out phrases like "long term physical therapy."

2. Oh, while I'm at post-ER follow-up with my regular doc, she's feeling my joints and tells me she thinks I have minimal symptoms but early signs of osteoarthritis. :cake: TG for my band, and a renewed determination from her comment to get the last of the lbs off.

3. This past Sunday - one week after the rear ending, I'm driving my husband's truck (out of town) because it beats the tiny loaner, get caught in a freak winter snow/hail/rain/sleet all at the same time storm, and have a low speed collision with a guard rail -- hitting "just right" to make his truck undriveable.

4. So *both* our cars are out of comission, one out of town, the other out for at least another week. We have a tiny loaner, and are reticent to take out a second. And today I remember that we keep our mailbox keys in our cars. I did think to grab mine when I went to sign the repair uthorizations, put them in my purse, which flipped & emptied when I crashed in my husband's truck. So as far as we know, both keys are in his truck out of town but we won't be able to get there until Friday at the earliest, so we don't even know for sure.

5. Sunday was our tax appointment and due to the freak storm that got me, it took about 10 hours to get his truck towed so we were no call/no show for our appointment. (My father picked me up after the accident, we were about 4 miles out of town, and in the 4 miles back to town we saw 18 individual or multi-car wrecks that weren't there when he drove the first time to get me). This included the first of their three trucks going off the road, and the second catching on fire en route to bring the first truck in.

6. Oh yeah - the day after I wrecked the truck, was my husband's first day at a new job. We needed his focus to be the job, so I took on the full weight of managing everything for both accidents. Plus he's 6'5, 260, and trying to drive the tiny rental car to & fro his new job -- perfect, he's being a grouchy whiner... "wah, my kneecaps slam into the console when I break" -- "wah, I can't sit in it without reclining the seat all the way back."

7. Then I remember - my textbooks for school (last class in my graduate program and I'm trying to maintain a 4.0 so getting things done on time, and done very well, is extra important) are in his truck too, out of town -- crap, I have an assignment due that night. Fortunately my professor, whom I've had before and have a good rapport with, was beyond reasonable and offered to give me a pass on the assignment without any point deductions - I didn't even have to make it up.

8. Then I remember - crap, I had just picked up RX refills from crash #1 (rear-ending), and they're in the truck too. Of course, when the truck was towed I remembered to get things like the garage door opener, my cell phone, some curtains I had just bought, etc. but forget the things like keys, books, and medicine.

9. My in-laws are arriving around the 18th of this month and spending 2 weeks with us. I'd been trying to do mad house cleaning and had really hoped to get painters in here before they arrive. Yeah, you got it - painters had been scheduled the week after my rear-ending, but I was not in any condition to deal with them so we cancelled. I know, who cares, could be worse, but you don't know my in-laws. :mad:

I feel like life is complete & utter chaos right now. I grabbed stuff willy nilly out of both cars, and have been forgetting where I put it. Not sleeping well. Hurting. Stressed about school & in-laws. Their visit includes a mini-trip elsewhere, so also stressed about that. The one good thing is that my employer has been awesome and completely removed any work-related stress.

Here's to hoping something will go right soon.

DAMM!

I thought Murphy only followed me around.

Tough breaks, glad you are all physically OK.

You should play the lottery!

:thumbdown:

This may not be quite appropriate, but I thought it might help. I got this message last week from a friend that understands how I feel about my job sometimes. Maybe it will brighten your day.

When you have a "I Hate My Job" day, try this:

On your way home from work, stop at your pharmacy and go to the thermometer section and purchase a rectal thermometer made by Johnson & Johnson

Be very sure you get this brand. When you get home, lock your doors, draw the curtains and disconnect the phone so you will not be disturbed.

Change into very comfortable clothing and sit in your favorite chair. Open the package and remove the thermometer. Now, carefully place it on a table or a surface so that it will not become chipped or broken.

Now the fun part begins. Take out the literature from the box and read it carefully. You will notice that in small print there is a statement:

"Every Rectal Thermometer made by Johnson & Johnson is personally tested and then sanitized".

Now, close your eyes and repeat out loud five times,” I am so glad I do not work in the thermometer quality control department at Johnson & Johnson."

HAVE A NICE DAY AND REMEMBER, THERE IS ALWAYS SOMEONE ELSE WITH A JOB THAT IS MORE OF A PAIN IN THE BUTT THAN YOURS!

Wheetsin after the week I just had and am having, how bout you and I team up find this Murphy person and skin his scrawny ass alive and dip him in some salt a few times????

I wonder what that would do to his sodium levels ... *wanders off grumbling about stress*