Well, I'm six weeks (plus) into the house hunt. We've bid on two houses - the first house had too many problems (found during inspection), so we withdrew our bid. Second house we bid on, the owner was an outright asshole and refused any concessions, so we basically told him to go fuck himself, and pulled the bid.
Back to square one.
Quite frankly, I'm tired. The weather has been miserable and some of the houses that I'm looking at don't even have their air conditioning on (or any electricity for that matter... makes it really hard to figure out if I even want a house when I can't see it). I'd like to have an in-ground pool, but those are few and far between - I don't want to deal with an above-ground pool as those are far more of a PITA (my opinion, of course). Don't know why I'm even bothering to bitch about it, considering these are all first-world problems.
The house I'm living in is still a hot mess, considering I can't unpack everything (had to rifle through the garage to find some paperwork the other day) and I find that I just don't give a shit about much. Don't get me wrong, I knew what I was signing on for when I agreed to this move... however, I just didn't realize that it would take SO LONG to find a house. Also, I mistakenly thought that I would meet people and have friends to hang out with again (like I did in NOLA).
Speaking of NOLA, I think it's time to catch up with some people and make some plans.
In the middle of house-hunting, of course.
Friday, August 28, 2015
Monday, August 3, 2015
Let's Talk "Adventure"...
Shall we???
Someone once told me that I shouldn't feel upset about leaving a place that I loved... that I should look at moving to a new place as an "adventure". Having moved around the world (literally) and knowing that when I move it's always a *new start*, I don't really look forward to moving. Just the logistics are a pain-in-the-ass... not to mention a lack of friends and having absolutely no support system.
Let me tell you about my little "adventure" that started yesterday morning. I took the hubs to the airport because he's going to be gone for a good part of this month (August). On my way home, I decided to stop at the brand new Subway and pick up a turkey sub (added bacon, no lettuce, no mayo, just a lot of veg and light on the oil and vinegar). I took the foot-long home and ate half, wrapping the other half up for later that evening.
About two hours later (around 3:00 PM or so), my stomach starts to feel crampy. I bolt for the bathroom and blow chunks - all of the sandwich that I just ate. ZOMG. It's wretched. And I keep vomiting. I throw up until there's nothing left but bile. And I keep throwing up. I can't drive to the ER because I'm running a fever and can't stop dry-heaving and shaking. My husband is not here and I realize that I don't know a fucking soul except for my real estate agent. She's got three kids - I can't call her to drive me to the ER. There's no cabs that run this late. If I want to go to the ER, well... I'm going to have to call an ambulance.
So... I call the RN-Emergency nurse that comes with my health care provider. She and I go through everything (with my dry-heaving every two minutes or so - really pleasant conversation!!) that I ate and what kind of food poisoning that I might have... and she introduced me to staphylococcus aureus. Meat that is not left cold enough, or cross-contaminated with eggs or bad mayo. Vomiting and symptoms last for 24 - 72 hours. Yeah, it's a winner. Luckily, after throwing up for well over 20 hours, I'm able to keep water and popsicles down - without throwing up (right now). And I'm not done with it yet - I may have to still go to the hospital. Luckily, my realtor is willing to take me late this afternoon if I keep barfing.
I want to say "thank you" to my friends who kept checking on me (the husband is working in a white noise environment and has had his cell phone locked up, so no calling him) and making sure that I was okay, even if they were hundreds of miles away. Thanks to the nurse that I spoke with and the kind people at the Health Department. Luckily, I'm in good health so I probably won't have to deal with this much longer - and fingers crossed that I won't have to go to the ER.
I also want to say a bright and lively "FUCK YOU" to the asshole* who wouldn't listen to me when I was trying to explain about having a SUPPORT SYSTEM after I moved. That this is not so much an "adventure" as a lifestyle change and that I would be on my own (literally and figuratively). If I had ended up with a different form of food poisoning, it could've been much, much worse. And what makes me want to throw up (just on principle) is that there is not one person that I could've called to take care of my dog. Take your "adventure" and shove it straight up your smug ass - because if you think this shit is fun, you're fucking delusional.
Someone once told me that I shouldn't feel upset about leaving a place that I loved... that I should look at moving to a new place as an "adventure". Having moved around the world (literally) and knowing that when I move it's always a *new start*, I don't really look forward to moving. Just the logistics are a pain-in-the-ass... not to mention a lack of friends and having absolutely no support system.
Let me tell you about my little "adventure" that started yesterday morning. I took the hubs to the airport because he's going to be gone for a good part of this month (August). On my way home, I decided to stop at the brand new Subway and pick up a turkey sub (added bacon, no lettuce, no mayo, just a lot of veg and light on the oil and vinegar). I took the foot-long home and ate half, wrapping the other half up for later that evening.
About two hours later (around 3:00 PM or so), my stomach starts to feel crampy. I bolt for the bathroom and blow chunks - all of the sandwich that I just ate. ZOMG. It's wretched. And I keep vomiting. I throw up until there's nothing left but bile. And I keep throwing up. I can't drive to the ER because I'm running a fever and can't stop dry-heaving and shaking. My husband is not here and I realize that I don't know a fucking soul except for my real estate agent. She's got three kids - I can't call her to drive me to the ER. There's no cabs that run this late. If I want to go to the ER, well... I'm going to have to call an ambulance.
So... I call the RN-Emergency nurse that comes with my health care provider. She and I go through everything (with my dry-heaving every two minutes or so - really pleasant conversation!!) that I ate and what kind of food poisoning that I might have... and she introduced me to staphylococcus aureus. Meat that is not left cold enough, or cross-contaminated with eggs or bad mayo. Vomiting and symptoms last for 24 - 72 hours. Yeah, it's a winner. Luckily, after throwing up for well over 20 hours, I'm able to keep water and popsicles down - without throwing up (right now). And I'm not done with it yet - I may have to still go to the hospital. Luckily, my realtor is willing to take me late this afternoon if I keep barfing.
I want to say "thank you" to my friends who kept checking on me (the husband is working in a white noise environment and has had his cell phone locked up, so no calling him) and making sure that I was okay, even if they were hundreds of miles away. Thanks to the nurse that I spoke with and the kind people at the Health Department. Luckily, I'm in good health so I probably won't have to deal with this much longer - and fingers crossed that I won't have to go to the ER.
I also want to say a bright and lively "FUCK YOU" to the asshole* who wouldn't listen to me when I was trying to explain about having a SUPPORT SYSTEM after I moved. That this is not so much an "adventure" as a lifestyle change and that I would be on my own (literally and figuratively). If I had ended up with a different form of food poisoning, it could've been much, much worse. And what makes me want to throw up (just on principle) is that there is not one person that I could've called to take care of my dog. Take your "adventure" and shove it straight up your smug ass - because if you think this shit is fun, you're fucking delusional.
*Why don't I have any friends?? Why can't I keep them??
How about shit like this??? And, no, I'm not going to apologize.
You know who you are.
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