onwards and upwards

[resolute]

At 1:30 this afternoon, the clothes dryer broke.

At 4:15, while on Snelling Ave heading to the airport, the muffler on the car stopped working.

I paid $1300 for a new dryer, it will be installed on Saturday.

The car will go to the shop tomorrow morning.

Tomorrow afternoon I have throat surgery number 16 or 17, I think I lost track somewhere in the last three years.

Insurance has denied my nose surgery.

The weather has played fucking hell with my pain for the last two weeks.

I still cannot taste food.

I still cannot swallow properly and choke on things daily, including my own spit.

I still cannot exhale through my nose.

The college term ends in two weeks and my kid still does not have a summer job and there is very little I can do to make him fucking get one.

If the Lexapro is working, I do not really want to know how depressed I am without it.

Comments

[pameladean]

Oh, yikes, our dryer was manufactured in 1983 and I guess $1300 is what we'll be looking at when it finally gets bored and moves on. (Me, over the years, to various dryer technicians: "So should we be looking to get a new one?" Technicians, as one: "Oh, no, hang onto this one, it's much better made than those new things.")

I am sorry that your car and dryer collaborated against you and that your insurance company is garbage. And that the weather is so inimical. That all sucks.

P.