8:46 p.m. - 2008-07-18
This is offically a SHIT WEEK
So, yeah...
Wednesday:
the wake/funeral put me at the end of my rope. I was physically exhausted when it finished, couldn't even go to the reception. I know I'm an emotional sponge, but this was ridiculous. I made the decision that I would not be attending any funerals that were not absolutely mandatory. Like family. Bedtime was 9:30.
Thursday:
woke to find I had a nasty UTI (bladder infection) and that did explain some of Wed's issues. Decided that, as worn as I felt, I would still go to work. Got ready, was reading a bit online and was 15 minutes from leaving....when the cramping started. Shit. This means I have a DOOZY of an infection, and will not be going to work, but to the doctor's for drugs. Which I did. And they work! Whee...Still damned tired, but forced myself to stay awake to take drugs at correct time.
Today (Friday):
woke feeling muuuuucccchhhh better, and was out the door early. Girls had plans, and I was supposed to stay late to cover for a doctor's appointment. Ok, on plan right up until roof started burning. Yeah...fire at work, and I've got stupid customers wanting us to finish sales??? WTF? Out in miserable heat for an hour while they got it out. One lovely lovely thing: my favorite fireman, and adrenaline junkie was there, so I was a happy girl. Good to have friends in the know. Minor damage, back inside. Its now 2pm, and I'm expecting to be out the door shortly. Yeah...not so much. The other girl? Is pregnant and was freaking out about 'fumes' doing damage. Well, sorry dear, but this is a CITY and you got the same fumes day in and day out. Anything wrong, has already happened. So, out of work at 4:20? ish? and off to home. Well....didn't my girls stay home! Did I get a call at work? Nope. Just a voicemail on my cell. Which was in my car, cuz it fell out of my purse. Listened to all 3 messages, all minor stuff and called home to get dinner started. One call from my fav cuz, Moonfaerry, and the other from my neighbor/friend Nat. Telling me we'd start walking on Monday.
Got home, all was as it should be, and then my cell rings again. Its Nat, and her oldest son, 17, has been in a car accident. A bad one. She was going to ask me to check out the scene if I was still on the road, but I wasn't so...
She calls me not too much later. He didn't make it.
pardon my yelling but I have to
STUPID FUCKING IDIOT TEENS, WHERE THEY SHOULD NOT BE, DOING INSANE THINGS LIKE STICKING THEIR HEADS OUT THE WINDOW...ALONG WITH THEIR TORSO...AND THEY HIT FUCKING STUPID TELEPHONE POLES.
GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
yeah...cannot find a way that isn't raw to say it, and I'm sorry it had to be said. He was the kid I spoke of before who had taken a bullet to school. He was to have started his community service tomorrow. He'd written a letter of apology to the police force.
I'm floored. I'm numb. I'm going to have to go to ANOTHER fucking funeral, this one not of an old man, well remembered and having lived a full life. No. This one will be ever EVER so much worse than any other I've ever been to.
