Tragic/Beautiful

Today I called the CHP and it went kind of like this…

Me: Hi. Saturday night someone dropped something off the Avenue N overpass and hit my car with it. Its kinda fucked up.

Them: DId you call and report it?

Me: I called the sherrif and they said not our problem. I called CHP and they said not open on weekends.

Them: Well did you cal the emergency number?

Me: Well no. No one was dying. I didn’t consider it an emergency.

Them: Oh. Well let me transfer you to dispatch.

Me: Okay…

Transferred for the fifth time, not to dispatch in Los Angeles.

Me: Saturday night someone dropped something off the Avenue N overpass and hit my car with it. Its kinda fucked up.

Them: I don’t understand why they transferred you here.

Me: I dunno either.

Them: Well, there’s no other reports like that for that night. I’ll transfer you back.

She transfers me back to Lancaster’s CHP office.

Me: So I was here and then I got transferred to dispatch in Los Angeles and she said there wer eno similar reports and she sent me back to you. Now what?

Them: Oh, well now you need to come in and file a counter report. You can visit any CHP station to do this.

Me: Oh. I’ll be in on Thursday to do it.

So it was kind of a big waste of time. All that and I am in the exact same spot. And tomorrow I have to call my insurance and see if it’s going to be covered or not.

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So I think my car is cursed. Last night at about 1245 - 100 I was driving from The Connoisseur’s to to Wifey and as I passed under the Avenue N overpass, something fell form above and hit my car, putting a huge dent in the hood and damn near taking out my headlight. At first I thought I was further down the freeway and something just randomly fell out of the sky (Chicken Little) but driving home this afternoon I realized it was right at the overpass.

So to whoever decided that dropping large head-sized objects off of overpasses onto passing cars below is a good idea, I not only hope you get caught, busted, and have to pay for all the damages to people’s cars that you’ve caused, and I hope they try to get you for attemtped manslaughter or something because people could fucking die when you do stupid shit like that!!!

Fucking fucktard.

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Yesterday I had a doctor’s appointment. I was seeing someone other then my regular doctor but figured it would be no big deal. I should have known better when he told me he couldn’t read my chart. He could, however, read the dosages and medication I’m on, and called the pharmay to verify that they are unusually high doses of said medications.

Then he tells me he thinks I should just wait  month and see my regular doctor because he’s not comfortable with the levels of medication perscribed to me. Okay, that’s not boosting my confidence any but whatever.

He studies my chart again and looks up at me. “Do you still hear voices?” he asks. “Hear voices? Um… I don’t hear voices,” I say. “Oh. Then why are you here?” he asks me. Needless to say I look forward to seeing my regular doctor next month and not this guy again.

After that I am introduced to another person who is my new case worker. He tells me to forget unemployment, he’s going to see to it that I can get disability instead. Then he wants me to shoot for SSI. I’m a little baffled by all this but at this point if it’ll pay my bills, great. Every week I’m still applying all over and no one even calls me back, let alone offers me a job. It’s all feeling rather futile here.

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Thank you to everybody who left their thoughts behind about my Dad. Me and Mom are hanging in there, though there’s a lot of changes tht have to be made. All the animals have to go, save for the dogs and my cat. The horse and donkey are iffy as to whether or not we keep them. About half of the goats have already been sold and we’re talking to other buyers who should be cleaning out the rest of them shortly.

Halloween weekend, my favorite day of the entire year, was mixed. I went out with Kevin and at some point he decided he didn’t like the DJ at the bar we were at so he just walked out on me. Said he was stepping out for ir and started walking home instead. Needless to say I was pissed off and we had some not so nice words between us. Part of me wants to give him another chance because I did rather like the guy but part of me says no because that was some pretty childish behavior.

I ended up spending the rest of my night with Tim, who once again has a very comfortable bed. I was asleep within a half hour of being there.

Saturday night was King D’s Halloween party. I look forward to this all year because its guaranteed to be a blast. Kitty had whipped up her usual amazing concoction of booze that tastes good and gets you there fast and after that plus some malibu rum some girl was running around with, I was feeling mighty fine. I ended my night by crashing on a loveseat curled up with Eric who even though we’ve met several times, he’s never spoken a single word to me til then. Kind of funny really. At some obscenely early hour Nikki poked me a few times and woke me up to drive us back home. *yawn*

But overall, despite the few hours of extreme piss-off, the weekend was a good one. I got to see friends, enjoy the party, hang out, and pretty much have more fun then I have in a weeks and weeks. And I kissed a few boys. What else do I need?

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At nine this morning my Daddy died. He was in the hospital for problems he was having after recieving a new type of chemo for his cancer. His kidneys had shut down completely and the jackass doctor wouldn’t put him on dialysis so the toxins kept building up in his body. Then he got pneumonia and his lungs filled up with fluid so he basically drowned. They couldn’t give him Lasix because it depends on good kidney function in order to clear the fluid out of the lungs. I fucking hate this stupid hospital with the incompetant doctors and supposed specialists.

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