Crazy

Crazy
Ok, so where do I start?
Of course, I woke up feeling like hell. Chest pain unbearble. Popped a few pills, drug myself to the car and took Amanda 1 mile to school. Nearly hit two bushes on my own street driving back, I was so dopey.

Checked on mail from yesterday. Liberty Mutual wants tons of forms signed, plus the names, specialties, address, phone, fax, and treatment dates of all doctors I've seen in the last 2 years. That took 3 handwritten sheets. Jst a little light research to start the day. I understand they have to be vigilant; there are so many people who take advantage of insurance companies. But at some point I wish they could put you in another "non-crook" category and treat you more humanely. All this does not help my recovery.

Logged into eBay. Was I surprised to see hundreds of motorcycles listed under my account! And ll listed with premium features, costing hundreds of dollars charged to my account. So I'm on it. Trying to right the wrong, erase the bad listings, regain my credibility, and most of oall prevent financial damage.

Spent HOURS online with eBay to fix it all. Had to change my eBay password, my e-mail password, my Merchant password, my banking passwords, my blogger password, my Shopping Cart password, my paypal password, my hello password. And I'm sure there will be many more. Now lastly I have to relist all the 'goood stuff' manually on eBay.

Got a call from Emory during all of this. Of course they want their money. Of course they are entitled to it. Of course I don't have it. More stalling and apologies.
Then a call from UTHC. They want their money too, although they just want $500 and they'll be off my back. Of course they deserve it. Of course I don't have it. More stalling.

A horn is blowing outside. It is Lili, coming to take me to Will's teacher conference. I can't drive that far. So I lumber out, full of dread. What will it be this time? How much positive? How much negative? How much presure to put him on meds? There was a detour so we were late. Michael was already there. Yep, mostly negative. And the meds came up again. I'm tempted to do like a 2-3 week trial while he is still in lower school to see if there really is a difference. Will talk to Kathy next week about it.

After the conference, which lasted 30 minutes too long, it's off to the dentist. We were 30 minutes late so they couldn't take him and I had to make an appointment for next Tuesday. So Lili took us back home. By now I'm a basket case and throbbing from head to toe with pain.

At home, I pulled out RatRace and sat down in the den to watch with Will. Amanda came in and promplty removed the video (it's hers) and said it was totally inappropriate for Will. He starts crying and the next thing I know its all about how he hates Mill Springs. Doesn't want to go back there next year, on and on. After about 20 minutes I can't cope with it anymore and go upstairs and lock my door. I pop all of my NIGHTIME meds plus a couple of extra for good measure and close and lock my door. I put in my ear plugs. Maybe I won't wake up.

But alas, wake I did aorund 6:00 to heavy pounding on the door. It was Will. "Can I play with Mickey?" Sure, after you write the 10 commandments on these yellow sheets for your Wed. night homework assignment He does it in less than 5 minutes. I've been trying to get hin to do it for a week.

Michael comes home. He heads around the side of the house to get the DEAD CAT and bury it. Yep, one dead cat laid there under the Kitchen Sink Window. Will found him yesterday. It was truely traumatic. It was Will's new adopted pound kitty, and he was such a sweetheart. Something got him and he died. He was gone for 5 days, then Will found him. The dogs were playing with him like a ragdoll. I had to pick him up an throw him over the fence. Then Michael had to bury him today. Will wanted him buried near the tree that it (Rufus) climbed and stayed in for 4 days, before we paid a tree climber $250 to bring him down.

Now the're all off. Amanda at explorers. Will and Michal at Scouts. Maybe a little sanity for awhlile.

Just another day at the Allen house.

I might have some hair left, but if I do it's surely grey.