ThumpAZ
05-29-2006, 06:19 PM
While I know that my woes are not as bad as some folks, they sure as hell suck for me an my family. Also, while some things really suck, some others suck but also have good points (you figure out which).
2006 began with me in pain. Thanks to an accident 12 years ago and then really trashed at a community halloween thing. That sucked.
2006 also began with me looking for a new job... I'm still looking. So that sucks.
I also started tear-down on my Jeep in December to deliver the fuel injection to someone that had sent me the check (but knew it was gonna be a while) a few months earlier. So while it no longer sucks fuel, sitting there staring at it not able to run and provide fun, et al, does suck.
Somewhere in all this, one of my wife's last outings in the 350Z before parking it and taking over the GMC netted us a torn to crap front end from a tire carcass. Now seating Mr. Deductible, party of suck.
Then there's the issue of my wife being rather pregnant, and us not being able to "do" certain things due to her being grossed out. That both sucked and didn't. Still waiting for this one to end!!!
Next, I went through the "pain management" for my back, which didn't work. Off to surgery I go! Oh, the suck is strong with this one.
Now I got to have surgery and all the pain that is associated with that. When your doctor tells you "your back looks rather normal... for a 70-year-old"... well, that just f'n sucks.
The weekend after I get home from the hospital, my mother-in-law and wife's grandmother, both rather meddling and quick to cry foul if I say the least bit in what is what in MY home, move in to town from Louisianna. If you don't feel the suck from where you sit, then you have no feelings.
One week after surgery, when I'm supposed to be doing little more than sitting around and walking a bit - when lifting my walker is pushing the limits of my lifting restriction - my gorgeous little daughter is born. We had on;y gotten the nursery ready three days before we went to the hospital, which was scary. And while this blessed event doesn't suck. My need for recovery and inability to properly get it DOES suck.
Week five post partum, I go in for a vasectomy. See my thread elsewhere regarding the suck that is local anesthetic surgery.
Fast forward to 6 weeks post partum. My parents come to town. How could this POSSIBLY suck? Well, I like my mom about as much as I do my mother in law. Don't get me wrong, I love her and thank her for giving me life (most of the time) but I don't like her very much. Having my dad there made it all bearable, and is the only way that I didn't have to dig a grave in my back yard and make my mom the next Jimmy Hoffa-esque mystery. Mom = teh suck in my life.
Still in week six, it is baby's first trip to daycare. Anyone who's ever done this knows the emotional sucking that this event is. Good thing, though, is that it only served to steel my resolve to find new employment so my wife doesn't have to work.
Week six, still... I go to the doc and try to get released to work. He will only allow 4-6 hours per day. My boss's wife, who mangles the financials normally, "checks with the broker." Turns out, their lack of biz savvy has struck again. I read the contract for health ins. "Any employee who works less than 40 hours per week is considered part time, and not eligible for insurance." That's it, no clauses for medical restrictions, no nothing... that is ver batim! Well, I could keep insurance and not work, or I could return to work and lose insurance. Mind you, I have used every bit of time off they'll "allow" for this (that was another episode of 'as the suck turns' but I have enough already) so I have to go back as it's now been a month without income. Luckily, I got a hold of the broker and cut a deal where I signed a statement that I am a full time employee on medical restriction, and it is my intention to return to 40/week upon release from the doc. Now, the company won't LET me work over 6/day so I am getting rather short checks! I just wanna earn a wage so i can quit ilving so heavily off savings (that's Jeep fund from the tear down that started all this!) Hoover vacuums ain't got poop on this suction!
One week after that, my wife drives the Z to work for the first time in many moons. Some idjit backs out of a space across the aisle in the underground garage and hits the Z!!! DAMMIT!!!! At least the person was decent enough to leave a real name and number. Enter body shop shoddiness... Auto Body World on Baseline in E. Mesa brings the suck once again!
Now we're here, the present, Memorial Day weekend. Two rather suck-arse things occurred this weekend.
Friday evening my wife was putting around the house and I was in the living room taking care of baby. Well, I heard this loud scream - thud/crash - scream scream scream!!! I run in the bedroom to find my wife crumpled on the floor writhing in pain. Turns out, she slipped on the vinyl flooring coming out of the master bathroom. While attempting to catch herself on the bed, she overshot and her arm went completely behind her. The "crunch/crack" she heard in the fall turned out to be the bone structure behind her rotator cuff, as well as the bone just below the ball of the upper arm bone. While both are small breaks, and not ilfe threatening, they may require surgery. Recall, this was Friday night at the beginning of a holiday weekend. So we cannot even try to get an appt with orthopedic specialist until Tuesday... 4 days later. Which will cost us even more time off without pay for either of us. As well as more medical bills!!!
Additionally, she is now rendered rather useless in taking care of baby. Arm immobilized means that she can pet the baby, and sit with her if someone places a calm rugrat in her arms. So now I am sole caregiver.
So, here we are, me playing caregiver to wife who cannot shower herself, put on clothes, barely wipe effectively. Doing sole caregiver routine for 8-week-old baby who is not yet sleeping through the night.
All while not making enough money to stay out of savings, trying to recover from back surgery which isn't going too well. And maybe, just maybe, trying to uphold some of my promises to some offroad racing sanctioning bodies and their websites (anyone wanna do some pro-bono work to help out with those??? please!!! I'm begging for some help!!!)
If one more thing goes to sh!t, I'm gonna lose it. Not just crack under pressure and scream/cry/yell. I mean really lose it and wind up on the national news as one of those scenese that they intro with a warning and have to blur everything to keep from upsetting the children and old folks.
2006 began with me in pain. Thanks to an accident 12 years ago and then really trashed at a community halloween thing. That sucked.
2006 also began with me looking for a new job... I'm still looking. So that sucks.
I also started tear-down on my Jeep in December to deliver the fuel injection to someone that had sent me the check (but knew it was gonna be a while) a few months earlier. So while it no longer sucks fuel, sitting there staring at it not able to run and provide fun, et al, does suck.
Somewhere in all this, one of my wife's last outings in the 350Z before parking it and taking over the GMC netted us a torn to crap front end from a tire carcass. Now seating Mr. Deductible, party of suck.
Then there's the issue of my wife being rather pregnant, and us not being able to "do" certain things due to her being grossed out. That both sucked and didn't. Still waiting for this one to end!!!
Next, I went through the "pain management" for my back, which didn't work. Off to surgery I go! Oh, the suck is strong with this one.
Now I got to have surgery and all the pain that is associated with that. When your doctor tells you "your back looks rather normal... for a 70-year-old"... well, that just f'n sucks.
The weekend after I get home from the hospital, my mother-in-law and wife's grandmother, both rather meddling and quick to cry foul if I say the least bit in what is what in MY home, move in to town from Louisianna. If you don't feel the suck from where you sit, then you have no feelings.
One week after surgery, when I'm supposed to be doing little more than sitting around and walking a bit - when lifting my walker is pushing the limits of my lifting restriction - my gorgeous little daughter is born. We had on;y gotten the nursery ready three days before we went to the hospital, which was scary. And while this blessed event doesn't suck. My need for recovery and inability to properly get it DOES suck.
Week five post partum, I go in for a vasectomy. See my thread elsewhere regarding the suck that is local anesthetic surgery.
Fast forward to 6 weeks post partum. My parents come to town. How could this POSSIBLY suck? Well, I like my mom about as much as I do my mother in law. Don't get me wrong, I love her and thank her for giving me life (most of the time) but I don't like her very much. Having my dad there made it all bearable, and is the only way that I didn't have to dig a grave in my back yard and make my mom the next Jimmy Hoffa-esque mystery. Mom = teh suck in my life.
Still in week six, it is baby's first trip to daycare. Anyone who's ever done this knows the emotional sucking that this event is. Good thing, though, is that it only served to steel my resolve to find new employment so my wife doesn't have to work.
Week six, still... I go to the doc and try to get released to work. He will only allow 4-6 hours per day. My boss's wife, who mangles the financials normally, "checks with the broker." Turns out, their lack of biz savvy has struck again. I read the contract for health ins. "Any employee who works less than 40 hours per week is considered part time, and not eligible for insurance." That's it, no clauses for medical restrictions, no nothing... that is ver batim! Well, I could keep insurance and not work, or I could return to work and lose insurance. Mind you, I have used every bit of time off they'll "allow" for this (that was another episode of 'as the suck turns' but I have enough already) so I have to go back as it's now been a month without income. Luckily, I got a hold of the broker and cut a deal where I signed a statement that I am a full time employee on medical restriction, and it is my intention to return to 40/week upon release from the doc. Now, the company won't LET me work over 6/day so I am getting rather short checks! I just wanna earn a wage so i can quit ilving so heavily off savings (that's Jeep fund from the tear down that started all this!) Hoover vacuums ain't got poop on this suction!
One week after that, my wife drives the Z to work for the first time in many moons. Some idjit backs out of a space across the aisle in the underground garage and hits the Z!!! DAMMIT!!!! At least the person was decent enough to leave a real name and number. Enter body shop shoddiness... Auto Body World on Baseline in E. Mesa brings the suck once again!
Now we're here, the present, Memorial Day weekend. Two rather suck-arse things occurred this weekend.
Friday evening my wife was putting around the house and I was in the living room taking care of baby. Well, I heard this loud scream - thud/crash - scream scream scream!!! I run in the bedroom to find my wife crumpled on the floor writhing in pain. Turns out, she slipped on the vinyl flooring coming out of the master bathroom. While attempting to catch herself on the bed, she overshot and her arm went completely behind her. The "crunch/crack" she heard in the fall turned out to be the bone structure behind her rotator cuff, as well as the bone just below the ball of the upper arm bone. While both are small breaks, and not ilfe threatening, they may require surgery. Recall, this was Friday night at the beginning of a holiday weekend. So we cannot even try to get an appt with orthopedic specialist until Tuesday... 4 days later. Which will cost us even more time off without pay for either of us. As well as more medical bills!!!
Additionally, she is now rendered rather useless in taking care of baby. Arm immobilized means that she can pet the baby, and sit with her if someone places a calm rugrat in her arms. So now I am sole caregiver.
So, here we are, me playing caregiver to wife who cannot shower herself, put on clothes, barely wipe effectively. Doing sole caregiver routine for 8-week-old baby who is not yet sleeping through the night.
All while not making enough money to stay out of savings, trying to recover from back surgery which isn't going too well. And maybe, just maybe, trying to uphold some of my promises to some offroad racing sanctioning bodies and their websites (anyone wanna do some pro-bono work to help out with those??? please!!! I'm begging for some help!!!)
If one more thing goes to sh!t, I'm gonna lose it. Not just crack under pressure and scream/cry/yell. I mean really lose it and wind up on the national news as one of those scenese that they intro with a warning and have to blur everything to keep from upsetting the children and old folks.