So I’m driving to work in my mom’s car yesterday and suddenly it just starts slowing down.  I put the gas pedal to the floor, but it doesn’t matter.  I’m still slowing down.  I notice the battery light is on and pull over to the side of the road.  The car is dead.  I try to start it.  It’ll start, but when I hit the gas, it would die.  I called TBF to come pick me up and called my mom to tell her what happened. =(  I’m carless.  Even my backup car is broken.  *cries*

I watched the remake for the first time last night.  TBF wasn’t here, Vanessa was working and spent the night at a friends, and Ethan bailed on me halfway through because he’s seen it before.  Forget those aliens.  It’s the girl that scared me.  She was cree-pee!  Those big eyes and that pale skin… 

I know how the movies goes, but I think it’s wrong.  That little girl died at some point and escaped from the under world with the help of her dad who’s a high ranking member of the church of scientology.  Her escape created a portal for those alien-deamons.  Rather than sending her and all the alien-deamons back, the dad tried to run thinking his daughter could take over the church and then the world with her advanced knowledge in the scientology ways.  The mob that took their car knew what was going on.  That’s why they tried to steal the little girl.  They would have sacrificed her and banished the alien-deamons, but Tom’s powers were too great for them.  Rachel will live on to do more evil. =(

Of all the movies out there, I had to pick the one with Damien’s GF in it to watch when TBF was away!  I slept with my bathroom light on because I kept expecting that little girl to show up in my room bringing her boyfriend and alien pets with her!!!

After leaving my phone out to dry for a day, the screen came back on…but it would randomly hit the send button.  A few people got partial texts or phone calls when I wasn’t calling, and even a few pictures were went out as the phone flipped threw the menu and selected things all on it’s own.  TBF called and the phone answered itself.  Ethan heard him yelling and brought me the phone.  The phone then kept switching him to speaker phone and back off again….lol 

I thought my phone had definitely bit the dust, but I was going to keep using it in that sad shape until I could get a replacement one.  I was just turning it off until I needed to make a call or check my messages.  When the battery finally died, I left the phone off and put it on the charger over night.  When I got up the next morning and turned the phone back on, no funny stuff.  Since then, it’s been working perfectly.

I have no idea what was going on, but it seems to have fixed itself. =)  Maybe my luck is changing.

The cat jumped up on the arm of the sofa…and knocked my phone off into my glass of water that was sitting on the floor.  I retrieved it as quickly as I could, took the battery out, and layed it out to dry.  This morning, I tried it.  The phone came on, but the screen didn’t. =(  *sigh*  I don’t even have a spare phone to use until I can get another.  *cries*

I took my PTCB exam yesterday….and I’m afraid it probably kicked my bootie. =/  I had a test with lots of hospital questions that I didn’t know.  One question was about administering chemo drugs, another about who writes drugs administered on a MAR report, and another about what could make an IV solution cloudy.  I got home and tried to look these answers up in my study book, but couldn’t.  They weren’t in there. =/

I did not have one single question asking about sig abreviations or how to read prescriptions.  I feel pretty confident that I got the math questions right, but that still left about 20 questions out of 90 that I was completely guessing about. =/  In most cases, I could rule out a couple of the answers, but had to guess between the two remaining.  Of those 20, about 5 were complete blind guesses…stuff I had no clue about at all.

If I managed to get all the other questions answered correctly, I’ll pass, but I’m just not very confident about it. =(  That test was hard.  The good news is, I can still take it again if I failed. It’ll just cost me more money. =(

He brought over an old computer from his house for me.  It won’t play games, but it at least gets me on the net and allows me to update here without having to brave Ethan’s room. =)  I probably won’t even try to replace my computer until next year. =/  No $$.

He’s so good to me.  He washed my gross hair and didn’t even flinch at it or take a pic of it!  He also brought me more house plants!!!  I keep wondering how I rated him. 

Oh ya.  He cooked chicken fajitas last night, too.  YUM!

There’s a gravel pit a little ways down from my house.  Trucks are always pulling out of there in front of people.  Usually, I get stopped.  Not yesterday.  I ran right into the back of him with tires screeching.  I remember first thinking, “They’re pulling out in front of me again!!!”  Then, “Am I stopping?”  At that point, I hit the brakes again thinking, “Pump the breaks…” which I don’t even know if they do any more, but I remember that from drivers ed a million years ago.  Then I remember thinking, “I’m not going to get stopped in time!!”

I think I remember the feeling of the impact, but the next thing I definitely remember is looking at my feet and thinkin, “Why am I looking down like this?  My head hurts.  I should lean back.”  I leaned back and saw the driver of the big truck almost at my window.  I rolled it down and he asked if I had a cell phone because his didn’t get signal through there.  I leaned down to look for it in the passenger side floorboard and blood just started dripping everywhere.  He said, “Don’t worry about it!  I’ll go grab mine!” and took off.  I bent down to look for mine again and accidently hit the horn.  He came running back over.  Well, at this point, I wasn’t sure how bad my cut was or even where it was, but apparently he thought it was bad because he thought I honked because I needed help.  I apologized and got out of the truck to go look for the cell phone. 

I found the phone…in the back seat floorboard.  I called 9-1-1.  They sent someone out and put me through to the ambulance service - who couldn’t understand my location despite me telling them three times I was staring at the city limits sign on the highway.  /boggle  They asked me my phone number and I couldn’t think of it.  Once they finally hung up with me, I called TBF to have him call into work for me.  He didn’t answer so I called Vanessa and told him to go get him.  He called me back and was on his way.  Actually, that never crossed my mind.  All I was thinking was that I needed to call into work, but I only had the pharmacy number and they wouldn’t answer for another hour. =/ 

A volunteer fireman and EMT happened to stop about the time I called 9-1-1.  He grabbed his EMT bag, put gloves on, grabbed bandages, and began soaking up the blood from my head.  He was trying to make small talk and asking me questions to see how alert I was.  He asked me who the president was….and I couldn’t answer.  I kept thinking, “Come on!  You know this.  His father had the same name and was president too!!!  Why can’t you think of it?!?!?!  Oh this is bad.  It’s a sign of concussion.  I don’t want one of those.  Think of the freaking name!!”  After a few minutes, I came up with it out of the blue!  By then though, he wanted another answer. 

“How old are you?”

I started thinking hard, “ I’m in my 30’s.  Thirty what?  Why can’t you remember this?!?!”  I said, “I was born in 1970!” I kept thinking, “It’s not the 80’s or 90’s.  What comes after that?  It’s past the year 2000.  What one is it?  Whatever year it is, that’s how old I am.  Thirty that.  What is it?!?!”  But it never came to me.

A few more people stopped.  One of them being a volunteer fireman that I knew.  I told him hi and that’s when the ambulance showed up.  They were hurrying to get me on the stretcher and get a brace on me.  I saw TBF and told him, “That’s my boyfriend.  Give him my keys and stuff if you would.”  Before the ambulance took me away, TBF climbed inside and told me he’d wait for the tow truck and then be on his way to the hospital.  The EMT’s gave him directions and off we went.

The guy that road in back with me was asking me questions and I told him I get car sick.  He was like, “Oh great.  Just what we need…lol” 

At the hospital, they took lovely head shots and a few neck/back ones only to determine that I’d only cut open my head and had a concussion.  They stuck me back into the room and left me there.  TBF made it back there soon after I got back.  He’s about all I really remember.  Sitting and talking to him and on occassion, I’d see him glance at the sheet behind me and at the top of my head.  I remember thinking, “Wow, he’s being so polite not to stare more.  I know he wants to…lol”

We were in there a few hours when finally, the doctor came in to staple my head up.  She asked him, “You want to see this?”  Of course he did.  I remember her saying something about the membrane that covers the skull…and if it had been a little deeper, but I don’t know exactly what she was saying.  I do know that TBF said he could have stuck his entire finger inside of the cut.  They put betadine on it, threw on 5 staples, and then slapped a bandage over my hair.  They said they no longer shave the area because the hair actually helps protect the cut.  Then I was out the door headed to admissions.

Once there, they asked about my insurance, but I didn’t have any of that information with me.  It was still in my truck.  My sister and brother-in-law were waiting with the kids.  I didn’t know they knew.  They stepped in to take me home - which was a little upsetting because I wanted to have a peaceful ride home with TBF, but I knew he had to get to work.  Later that night, he said that it was a bit upsetting for him because he felt as if they positioned theirselves in between us…which was pretty much what I had thought.  It’s kind of funny though because they were talking about how good he was to have done all that he did for me.

I didn’t get my pain meds filled because I’m not a good druggie and I have a high pain tolerence.  I knew Tylenol and Advil would work just fine for me…and they have so far.  I have to go back in about 10 days to have the staples out.  I have a concussion of course.  My truck is broken, I have a huge hospital bill coming, and somewhere in all that mess, the cops showed up at the hospital to write me a ticket for failure to control vehicle after telling me I wasn’t speeding.  The good news, I got a day off work….lol

Last night, TBF rinsed the blood out of my hair.  I had to wait 8 hours before I could get it wet…and I can’t use shampoo on it until Sunday….so my hair is still nappy…lol  I have to put antibiotic ointment on it and keep the bandage over it.  Of course the bandage looks at if it’s just sitting on my hair…and it is, but it’s there to keep things from falling into the stapled area.  Off and on yesterday, blood would just start dripping down my neck…but so far today, we seem to be good….other than the achy body I have.  The only bruises are one on my leg from the steering wheele and the other on my neck from the seat belt.  I have a few bumps on my head.  The air bag didn’t deploy - which is really a good thing because I’m only 4′11″ and they can do some major damage if you’re not taller and farther away from them.

My truck looks really ugly.  The headlights aren’t broken (I really think I ALMOST got stopped), but it crunched in the middle like it’s supposed to and my radiator was spewing water.  I don’t know what it’s going to take to fix it…if it can be fixed.  All I know is that I feel majorly wronged.  There are no less than 4 sets of skid marks in the same spot as mine from other people having to stop suddenly as those trucks pulled out in front of them.  I wasn’t speeding.  I did everything I could to stop, but I still got the ticket…and the crunched vehicle…and the hospital bill…and $150 fee for the tow truck which TBF paid.  =/

I have no idea how I’m getting to work on Monday, but I’m still in one piece.  I’m thankful for that.  =)

My little sister called this morning to tell me that she had 9 poodle pups born last night.  Two black, two chocolate, and the rest various shades of blonde.  Crym, if you want one, just let me know!  You have first pick of the litter. =)

At about 11 last night, I wake up to Petey being thrown in bed by TBF.  I wasn’t expecting TBF, but I was glad he showed up.  He and I both were supposed to work 1-9 today so after getting the kids off to school, I went back to bed.  I finally woke up and couldn’t sleep any more so I was pestering him.  No fair for me to be awake when he’s not!  He decided to check his schedule only to find out he was supposed to be at work at 10 (not 1) and it was already 10:30…lol  With a string of curse words and a quickie shower, he was out the door.  I don’t think he’s ever left that fast…lol

I don’t use it obviously, but I keep it up for…unkown reasons.  The other day, I had a message from a cousin I haven’t seen in…well, since before my children were born!!!  I guess myspace isn’t too bad.  It found her for me. =)

My computer is still broken.  Typing this out on Ethan’s.  Not sure why I’m doing that when TBF’s laptop is sitting in my room taunting me…  Probably too afraid of running into pr0n…lol 

Got a review and raise last week so maybe I’ll be able to start replacing my broken computer parts.  Man it sucks living paycheck to paycheck.  Why can’t I win the lotto?  Other than because I don’t play, I mean.

Vanessa got a job.  w00! A job!  She’s waitressing and while she doesn’t like it that much, she loves the money…and she’s doing really good with tips.  She made about $150 in tips over the holiday weekend.  Not bad for a teenager. =)

Work’s been nuts.  We’re losing another pharmacist and we lost a cashier. =/  Not enough people and too much work.  I applied for a bookkeeping job at the kids’ school.  Since that’s all my background pre-WM is, maybe I’ll actually get it.  I hope so.  If so, I’ll try to stay at WM part time until I can get a bit of savings…uh…saved up. 

For now though, I’m happy to just be scraping by.

OH OH OH!  Almost forgot!  TBF fixed my potty that hasn’t been flushing right for over a year…lol  I was so excited!!!  Not only is he cute, he’s functional too!  Who knew?