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[Jul. 30th, 2009|07:03 pm] |
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This has been a rough week. Between heat, getting into the storage unit, (thanks again BJ)Josh disappearing on Tuesday (yes he reappeared, no I haven't killed him), my storage unit getting broke into, Jim's glasses breaking, having this gaping hole in my side and Hank dying, I think I'm ready to hide in my room.
Ok, explanations for the small rant. I couldn't find keys to my storage unit, my keys were in my purse when I got mugged and we couldn't find the other one. On Monday, I purchased bolt cutters, BJ broke the lock and we were in. I found kitchen things for him and took out my grandma's bookshelf her china and the end tables. I was going to leave the china but BJ got stubborn and put it in the truck (and I'm so glad now he did.)
Tuesday, I'm in Stephies bathroom, sick as hell from the antibiotics, when I come out, about half hour later, Josh is gone, I search the house, screaming his name. I head outside, check all around the house, down the alley and around the block, plus all the neighbor's yards and knock on doors. I go back in and check the basement and call Stephie, she's not answering her phone. I go back out circle the house again and head inside to call the police, and he appears. He claimed he was in the bushes, which I checked 3 times. We come to my house so I can email Stephie and to check on my Dad. While here I get a call from my storage saying it's been broken into and that I need to get down there right away, Kris, Josh and I pile in the truck, get there and no one is at the office we wait 10 minutes and still no one and I can't get in my unit, it's got a strange lock on it, I go back home and call them, they were dealing with another unit. Turns out, 43 units were broke into and a car was taken. They got some big stuff, broke other stuff, and in general made a big mess, it's insured and most of what was taken was stuff I bought so it's not particularly sentimental.
Jim's frames broke last night, they're insured I just need to get them in.
I have a hole in my side from my picc line getting caught in the door, I ripped out stitches and pulled the line part way out. The wound abscessed and I could put my thumb in it, all the way to my hand (gross huh?), I can't have a shower, it's one hell of an infection, but it's finally going away, slowly.
Last but not least, RIP Hank Q.
I hope everyone is having a better week then me. On the plus side, tomorrow is my last day with Josh for 17 days, woohoo. |
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