My Journey

Last week was exhausting.

Two Fridays ago we received notice there would be mandatory spraying in all apartment units on Monday, February 8th. This put us into a panic because:

1) We have birds.
2) I have MCS (ok this only put me in a panic).
3) There is a hoarder among us *cough*my sister*cough* that hasn't cleaned up since being threatened with eviction years and years ago.

Thinking of the birds and me, I booked a four-day Airbnb rental 40 miles away. But before we could leave we had to clean (my mom and sister cleaned, my room was already clean), pack and make sure our stuff was protected from the poison. That took DAYS!!! I had to wrap my stuff to make sure when I came home I could just throw away the plastic coverings with the scent/fumes instead of having that crap off-gas for who knows how long.

To make matters worse my mom had a doctor's appointment on that Monday. UGH.

To make a long story short we all did what we needed to do to get ready for Monday. 

I accompanied my mom to her doctor's appointment, only to be told my mom was left a voicemail saying it had to be rescheduled. Her response was the predictable "I didn't receive anything." Understand she doesn't know how to access her voicemail. So I pulled up the voicemail and played for her. She apologized. Whatever, a waste of time and gas because my mom can't be bothered to freakin learn how to use something as basic as voicemail.

After that fiasco, we go and get food for the trip. We ate and loaded our stuff into my car then loaded the birds. OMG. The birds HATES car rides and that was a fiasco in itself.

After being stuck in traffic for an hour I get a message that check-in time has been extended for an hour, because the cleaning crew were running behind. So instead of a 3pm check-in time, it's now 4pm.

UGH.

Ok, whatever.

So, I found a nice place to park to wait out the extra hour. Finally after that hour was up we get to the apartment. It's full of headache inducing Febreze and glade scents.

NOOOOO!!!

Luckily, the solution was to place all that scented crap into ziplock bags for the duration of my visit. 

Other than that the place was nice. Two bedrooms and two baths. I took one room for myself  (since I paid for the whole damn thing) and my mom and sister took the other. Perfect. I placed the birds with my sister and mom's room.

Since they had to work Wednesdays and Thursdays the original plan was to take them back home the next morning. Saved them from inhaling the remnants of the day's pesticide's fumes. Or so I thought.

We received a text that the spraying would be RESCHEDULED for the 11th because someone didn't confirm scheduling with the company!!! My check-out date was on the 12th!!

OH HELL NO!!! I was beyond seething!

I PAID nearly $500 to specifically have four damn days to have that shit clear out. There was no way in hell I would return the next day. I made my anger and situation very clear to the property manager. She agreed not to spray our apartment. Good, we didn't have any bugs anyways.

I mean, after I dropped off my mom and sister and was left alone with the birds I LOVED it! But I had to spend money needlessly, because management couldn't be bothered to confirm an appointment. Or better yet they should have ASKED if we needed our unit sprayed in the first place!

The last full day of my stay I treated myself to some Pandera bread takeout, lol. Worth every penny.

Friday the 12th came and I had to check out. I was sad, because I loved having the place to myself, but I'm not made of money so off I and the birds went. Got home unloaded my stuff and the birds. The birds were predictably loud while transporting them back into our apartment, lol. 

After everything was done, I was extremely exhausted and took a nice long nap. I can't wait to move out.

What a shitty day.

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Did I mention I hate my worthless, insensitive and stupid family? Especially that stupid lazy cunt of a sister of mine.

Sister:
"Mom, can you buy me some toilet paper?"
"Mom, can you buy me some maxi pads?"
"Mom, can I have money for the bus?"
"Mom, give me..."

Mom:
'Ok dear, here you go'
'Poor girl, do what you want'
'She's entitled to stuff, because I've taught her she's a forever victim'


Goddamn, YOU are a fuckin healthy 40 year ADULT. GET A DAMN JOB AND BUY YOUR OWN DAMN SHIT!!!

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And I fuckin HATE taking the bus. Some mental case wrapped in a blanket called me a "bitch."

LOL

Ok that was funny, but still. It was a reminder how shitty this day was going.

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I'm so damn hypersensitive. On my way to work I bought some kleenex with eucalyptus and right away developed a headache.

I immediately got super lightheaded and finger twitches. Oh it didn't stop there. It quickly developed into tremors.

I freaked the FUCK out. I started to tear up, because I was so afraid I would have a seizure. Just glad no one saw me during my freak out. Fortunately nothing happened.

Did I mentioned I had a really bad day?

UGH

Why is everything so difficult for me? All I wanted was to buy a brand new car that is reliable and would transport me and my passengers from point a to point b. 

That's it! 

I LOVE my car, except that it's making me sick! Literally, sick. I have always been sensitive to harsh chemicals, and I did expect having a minor temporary issue with the new car smell, but six months later I didn't expect to be having these issues:

• Severe headaches
• Moderate sinus inflammation
• Moderate to severe sinus, face and ear pain
• Breathing issues
• Lightheaded
• Vertigo
• Twitching (yes muscle and limb)
• Memory issues
• General feeling like shit

After attempting to remedy the situation myself (ex. changing cabin filters, airing car out, placing bowls of baking soda under the seats) I couldn't take it anymore, I contacted the dealership. On Monday, they agreed to clean out the car's ventilation system with a special "deodorizing" foam. On paper that sounded good, except it made my symptoms WORSE!

Was going to watch Wonder Women this weekend, but didn't feel like sitting in the chemical wasteland on wheels. And plus I just don't feel well enough to go. 

Sad to say, but if this doesn't resolve itself in the next week, I'll be forced to get rid of the car. I have a liver issue and used to have a seizure disorder, so it's a lot more important for me to be healthy rather than drive a nice, brand new car that's making me sick.

I wish I was talking about the post-apocalyptic video game series.

Sadly, I'm not. 

Another temper tantrum has flared-up between two man-babies who have access to nuclear weapons.

Living in California, I don't think I would survive a nuclear strike from North Korea. But hey, there are positives dying in a nuclear war. Let me list some of them:

1) I will never have to pay back my student loans. What a RELIEF!
2) I will never have to hear my stupid sister whining about her rotten teeth again.
3) I will never have to see or hear from the bloated orange pig again!
4) I will never have to deal with those two douche faced web developers.
5) I will never have to pay back my credit cards
6) I can terrorize surviving MAGA/Trump supporters as a ghost. LOL.

HAHAHAHA!!!This is the best thing he has done.

My mom thought it would be nice/appropriate to send my uncle a condolence card regarding the passing of his daughter (my cousin). Each of us will write a message and sign it.

I'm awful at writing/expressing condolences. I don't want to say too much to the point where it gets weird and painful, but I don't want to say too little where it looks like I don't care. Eventually I give up and search google for helpful messages. I don't copy them outright, but they certainly help to formulate my own message.

Anyways while searching for helpful messages I found this site that will sell you a CD full of condolence/sympathy messages for $24.99. Great idea except the writing is horrible! I would never pay a cent for any of these. Here are some of my favorites: