I am having a horrible, awful, no-good, very bad day.
First of all, I have court for the robbery on Monday, and I’m a nervous wreck. If you’re not up to speed on violent crime in my world, a few years ago two nineteen-year-old men broke in my back door, beat the hell out of Jasmine and me, stole all of our electronics, and one was going to cut our throats until the other convinced him to let us live. They were caught and have been in jail ever since, and now comes the time for the throat-cutter’s trial.
That’s one thing. Coinciding with that is the fact that a red, extended-cab pickup with limo-tinted windows has been idling outside my house last night and this morning with its brights on, causing me to be just a wee bit paranoid and call the police late this morning; and I now have the police patrolling my neighborhood.
As if that were not enough, the yellow color we picked out for the exterior of our house is as bright as the face of the sun, so it looks ghetto. As if THAT were not enough, it’s too cold to paint any more than the gallon or so that has already been painted.
As if all THAT were not enough, one of my cats peed on the couch. Twice. I am ready to swing both of them out a window by their goddamn tails and be done with it.
Would you like more? I’ve got more. I was sent to collections (after never once receiving a bill) for a full day of a hospital stay in 2017. Why? Because the doctor coded it incorrectly. Seems like an easy fix, right? Wrong. It happened in 2017, so it’s too late for the doctor or the insurance company to re-code it and for it to be paid for, so guess who is liable for 423.00? You guessed it. Yours truly.
My rotator cuff is torn again and it hurts like hell, but I can’t make an appointment with my ortho because I owe him money, so I guess I just have to suffer.
I could not be any more pissed off if I tried. That is not a challenge to the universe – please believe me.
I am going to go take a nap and forget that I exist for a little while.