FredEx
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One of my cats has been having problems. Being tapped out the folks at the shelter I volunteer at called in to the emergency yet Saturday night so I could take her in. They covered it for me...$100.00 just to walk in the door at night. Then Tuesday AM she starts the same thing, mouth breathing and panting...cats don't do that unless they are having a problem. I get her calmed down and later in the day she starts it again. Also excessive fur licking all over and very intense. I call the vet the shelter uses and find I qualify for a limited income discount just on the basics. I get a hold of my Ex wife and she loans me $200.00.
I take off to the vet and my car is getting hot. I pull over and check it. The level was low in the radiator. While I'm standing there, WOOSH, out comes flying anti-freeze all over my face and chest. What is odd is it is just warm, not scalding hot. I fill it up with anti-freeze and water I always carry in the trunk for emergencies if I see somebody with a problem.
I get to the vet, the cat is having a skin issue and it can cause an asthma like problem. She gets a shot of long acting steroid and antibiotic. They know me very well and it costs $100.00. Anywhere else probably $200.00.
I checked the car before leaving the vet's. All is topped off. I'm a mile from home and coming down a hill and my car shuts off. I coast down to a gas station and strong arm it into there. The temp gauge had gone up when that happened. I go in the convienience store and they let me fill up two gallon bottles. When doing that my Ex wife texts me and asks how Gypsy is. I tell her and tell her my car is dead and where I am. It is hot out so I have her come to get my cat to take her to my house. By the time she got there I had started filling the rad on my car and started it and it sounded like shit. I believe it has had a fatal failure. She happens to have the number for a garage by me we always used and she still uses...I called them to tow it in. She took off with the cat. My mate from the garage thinks as I do, perhaps a cracked block. When I opened the hood I smelled hot oil and anti-freeze. Even though the car is a 1999, it is spotless under the hood.
SO, I'm fucked with no car and no money to get one. Property taxes are due next month and that is $1200.00, so next month already I'm broke.
I said when I was standing out in the sun with the bright blue cloudless sky above I was waiting for a fucking lightning bolt to come down and take me out. It not would have been a surprise at all at that point. My mate from a garage dropped me off at home since I can't walk the half mile with my bad ankles and I got in the house and told my mum what was up. I sat in my desk chair and it was fucking up, it would not lean back right and I said, "OKAY, her we go, now this chair is going to break on me and I'm going to hit the floor!" My mum was turning red from laughing, it was DAMN funny at that point and she could tell the way I said it I was meaning to be funny.
With all that shit happening I had yet to eat all day and it was 6:00 PM. I am diabetic, I should have been crashing going hypoglycemic many hours before. I checked my sugar and it should have been under 100 easy and I was shocked to see it was 199, it was HIGH! That shows what stress can do to you. I was too emotionally tapped out to want to do anything such as cook and called the pizza place down the road, veggie sub for my mom and grilled chicken for myself and a two litre of diet Pepsi. After I ate I checked my sugar and it had dropped, WTF? All stress, my true sugar had to have been lower before and I'd checked it twice. Since my brother died in June it has been one thing after another going wrong.
Anybody have a mini they can drop in the mail and send it to me? :lol:
I take off to the vet and my car is getting hot. I pull over and check it. The level was low in the radiator. While I'm standing there, WOOSH, out comes flying anti-freeze all over my face and chest. What is odd is it is just warm, not scalding hot. I fill it up with anti-freeze and water I always carry in the trunk for emergencies if I see somebody with a problem.
I get to the vet, the cat is having a skin issue and it can cause an asthma like problem. She gets a shot of long acting steroid and antibiotic. They know me very well and it costs $100.00. Anywhere else probably $200.00.
I checked the car before leaving the vet's. All is topped off. I'm a mile from home and coming down a hill and my car shuts off. I coast down to a gas station and strong arm it into there. The temp gauge had gone up when that happened. I go in the convienience store and they let me fill up two gallon bottles. When doing that my Ex wife texts me and asks how Gypsy is. I tell her and tell her my car is dead and where I am. It is hot out so I have her come to get my cat to take her to my house. By the time she got there I had started filling the rad on my car and started it and it sounded like shit. I believe it has had a fatal failure. She happens to have the number for a garage by me we always used and she still uses...I called them to tow it in. She took off with the cat. My mate from the garage thinks as I do, perhaps a cracked block. When I opened the hood I smelled hot oil and anti-freeze. Even though the car is a 1999, it is spotless under the hood.
SO, I'm fucked with no car and no money to get one. Property taxes are due next month and that is $1200.00, so next month already I'm broke.
I said when I was standing out in the sun with the bright blue cloudless sky above I was waiting for a fucking lightning bolt to come down and take me out. It not would have been a surprise at all at that point. My mate from a garage dropped me off at home since I can't walk the half mile with my bad ankles and I got in the house and told my mum what was up. I sat in my desk chair and it was fucking up, it would not lean back right and I said, "OKAY, her we go, now this chair is going to break on me and I'm going to hit the floor!" My mum was turning red from laughing, it was DAMN funny at that point and she could tell the way I said it I was meaning to be funny.
With all that shit happening I had yet to eat all day and it was 6:00 PM. I am diabetic, I should have been crashing going hypoglycemic many hours before. I checked my sugar and it should have been under 100 easy and I was shocked to see it was 199, it was HIGH! That shows what stress can do to you. I was too emotionally tapped out to want to do anything such as cook and called the pizza place down the road, veggie sub for my mom and grilled chicken for myself and a two litre of diet Pepsi. After I ate I checked my sugar and it had dropped, WTF? All stress, my true sugar had to have been lower before and I'd checked it twice. Since my brother died in June it has been one thing after another going wrong.
Anybody have a mini they can drop in the mail and send it to me? :lol:
