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Worst god damn week in a long ****ing while.
Ok so I gotta vent somewhere and I'm sorry, but you guys get to fuckin deal. Lets start off a little before the shit really hit the fan with some background. My dad is bipolar and he goes off his meds every so often for whatever reason and has an episode of craziness. It just so happens that about a week and a half ago he had jsut gotten out of a mental hospital and seemed to be doing ok.
Come last tuesday, my temporary roommate is freaked out by my hosue cause of some random easy fixable shit, except my VCR which has just been shitty since we had a nasty power spike several months ago. He decided this place is fuckin cursed or something seeing that my VCR finally shit itself, since my VCR was broken, my speaker setup that was plugged into the vcr didnt work either, the breaker in my bathroom tripped (and he couldnt find it), and his alarm clock kept resetting. I should have known I was in for it.
Wednesday rolls around and nothing too terrible happens. I went down to see my girlfriend. One slight bad thing did happen however. I started developing a slight bit of thrush in my mouth since I'm on tetracycline for my acne. Its, nothing big, but I would need to see a doctor to get it corrected. Thursday comes, and this is when things start going down the slope. I woke up early to go sit in the waiting room while my girlfriend was getting her wisdom teeth removed. I figured I'd spend the day with her. She felt like shit the whole day, but all in all, it was a good day spent with her.
Just a few bad things happened thursday though. During the time I was with her, I had a call about an interview but before I could pick up, it went to my voicemail and my phone died while trying to get to talk to the lady. Not a big problem. I would just need to call her the next day. The other thing, I didnt find out til the next day but evidently my dad was wanting to spend some time with me and had driven over to my place to see what I was up to. My car was gone of course, cause I was with my girlfriend. Evidently he wasnt happy about not getting to see me.
For Friday, I had set my alarm for semi-early (around 9h 00 AM) planning to call the lady back, but evidently I woke up to my alarm, shut it off and didnt wake again til 12h 00. Not too huge of a problem, but it made me mad cause I would now need to wait til 1h 00 PM to call her. While waiting, I called my mum and asked her to set an appointment up for me to see my doctor in my home town. The plan was to try to put off seeing the doctor til Monday, and then I would go see my girlfriend for all of Friday. Well, she decided it would be best to get rid of the thrush asap and I agreed and I could get in at 2h 00 on friday. So the plan changed to me going down to my home town (35m away) and then driving to my girlfriends town (20m away from my hometown). I wasnt real happy with the time cut with my girlfriend but whatever. So 1h 00 comes around and I call the lady, she says what time do you want to come in next Wednesday, I say 8h 30 AM would be great and so goodbye and I'm thinking great, this will be a good day. Oh how wrong a person can be.
So I set off on my trip down to my hometown. My car is a 1986 Delta 88. When I first got it, the engine sounded smooth and was decently tuned and I kept it that way. Except for the rust spots it was in good condition. Well, on Friday, it happened to be a hot day. It was about 95*F when I left so not a great day for travel but not a temp I havent traveled in before. The real trouble started about 6m outside of my hometown when my temperature light came on. The shoulder on the section of road I was on was really narrow and the ditch was pretty damn deep so I slowed down to 55mph hoping the shoulder would widen soon. It did about 2 miles down the road. During that time, my temp light went off for about 30s and then my oil temp light came on and I was getting forced down in speed so I pulled off and I'm like well fuck. It was the first time my car had overheated so I just ringed my mum and had her pick me up and take me to my doctors appointment and I figured I'd get back to my car later. Get done at the doctors office in about 30m and my mum takes me out to my car again with a couple jugs of water. We were hoping to get it into a local mechanics shop to add some coolant and check everything over. Well, we added a decent amount of water, let it sit for 5m and try to start it. It revs but it wont fully turn over. I figured it was just still being a stupid hot bitch so I called in a tow truck and had it towed to the mechanics shop. There was $70. I figured, hed check it over, itd be something simple, I'd be on the road in no time. Well, he found that the temperature sensor had probably failed and possibly that was keeping the engine from starting but he wanted to keep it and do some more checking saturday morning. So I'm like, shit, there goes my plans for Friday. Stranded, in my hometown, without my laptop, and without my girlfriend but I figure I'll get out with it Saturday afternoon, I'll be on the road and itll be good.
Meanwhile, My dads mother calls me and asks if I had talked to my dad lately. I told her, no, not for about a week. Then she lays down that she had talked to him late thursday night (when she found out he was looking to spend more time with me) but that he has been missing for 12h. We had a long 50m conversation about where he could be. Evidently, the police had been over to his place 4 times in the past week before friday and they kept trying to get him into the Pawnee mental health clinic where I live and they wouldnt admit him. Nor would the state hospital so he had been off his meds and living by himself, with a vehicle for a week and then went missing with his car.
Saturday comes and nothing from the mechanic til a little before noon (when they close for the weekend) and he gives the same story that he wants to do some more checking on it. His latest theory is that there may be a failed seal on a cylinder head (or something to that effect) and it shouldnt be at all hard to fix if he can get in there. So there goes the weekend. My mum drives me up to my house to get my laptop and stuff and we drive back. Atleast I wont be entirely bored out of my mind. Sunday is a similar story. Just dicked around on my computer. Wrote a whole song and posted it here and talked to my girlfriend. Then I would jsut wait for Monday to come so I could get my car back.
Monday comes and it felt like christmas morning. I just couldnt wait to get my car back so I could drive around. You feel so lost when youve been with a car for 3 years solid and not had much trouble and then suddenly youre grounded to where you can/want (to) walk. but then time kept passing and the mechanic still wasnt calling and I was getting a slight bit nervous. Noon came and he said he was still working at getting into the engine and I was like, fuck this and had my mum drive me to go see my girlfriend. I got to stay til it started getting dark since my mum doesnt like driving when its really dark and the deer are out running a lot and shit. So I got to stay til 9h 00 or so and my mum got to meet my girlfriend, all in all, a decent day since I got to see her. I had forgotten all my problems til my mum came and told me the bad news that the mechanic had gotten into the cylinders and discovered I had a cracked cylinder head. For those that arent car people, that means that when the piston pumps within the cylinder, it tries to create a vacuum but fails since the crakc is there and the exhaust gets sucked back into the cylinder killing the engine. So, it looked like I was getting a new car, a scenario I had already planned a little for. I had a great deal on a 99 Grand Prix that was in good condition for $800 which was easily in my price range, so all seemed well. I also got a call from my grandma about my dad. He had been located and was getting screened to get into the state mental hospital.
Tuesday comes and my mum calls my around 10h 00 to give me some bad news. Evidently the lady that told me that they were still selling this Grand Prix, they had sold it on... wait... wait for it... drum role... SUNDAY! It also happened to be my girlfriends and my aniversary so I was hoping to get to her town to see her but my mum decided she wouldnt drive me there and instead, we needed to clean out my car and get it to the scrap yard. That totally pissed me off so for the rest of the day I cleaned the crap out of my car, got it to the scrap yard and was bored, alone, on my anniversary. To top it off, I learned that on saturday, a friend of mine was in his house while a burglar entered and while attempting to steal my friends roomates guitar, my friend came across the burglar and scared him so the burglar used the guitar to beat the shit out of my friend, putting him in the hospital and he isnt doing well.
I cant wait to wake up tomorrow, to see what happens next...
Cheers,
Zac
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