Friday Thoughts
Forgive my temporary absence once again. My ears are still bleeding, but only a little now. Why? I'm recovering from the first of the horrific ToysRUs holiday commercials. Maybe you've been tortured by the same one...a mom calls out to her that it's time for bed and the moppett appears, only to screech at a pitch most suited for dogs, "raiseyourhandsifyouthinkweshouldgetmoretoys". At least, that's what I think she says. Honestly, there's no pause between words. There's no inflection. There's no...there's nothing that makes this even marginally a watchable ad. And then....and then! And then her mom opens the damn TRU catalog. I can't decide who irritates me more.
The worst part of the whole thing is one would imagine this commercial is THE BEST TAKE out of God knows how many. Yes, this was the ad ToysRUs purposely chose for the start of their holiday advertisments.
What the hell were they thinking?
In other news, I took a nasty fall this afternoon. I picked Little Dude up from school and we stopped off on a couple errands. My lower back has been bothering me something awful for a week or two, but it wasn't too bad today. I got out of the car, went to take a step, and my foot went totally numb. Just that little bit of movement rubbed on a nerve the wrong way or something. When my foot came down, so did the rest of me. My knee, shin, ankle, and foot are a rather interesting color and hurt like a motha! I'm actually considering a trip to the hospital if it doesn't look better in the morning.
Adding to the good news ('cause that's what I do, right?), I got my penultimate check from the insurance company today. I have one more for $500 coming in two weeks and then I'm stuck in a holding pattern until depositions and settlement talks bring about some sort of conclusion. I'm scared shitless. I can't get state disability (injury was over two years ago). SSI is still pending. Food stamps only cover food, natch. So I don't know how the hell I'm going to keep a roof over our heads until we reach a settlement.
"But, why don't you just go get a job, DG?" you ask.
Didn't you read that part about the fall? Yeah, that's a regular part of my life. The insurance company has been denying my lower back claim and things have progressively worsened. I don't know from one day to the next if I'll be able to walk or not. Sometimes I'm good for a week or two. Sometimes I'm down for a week or two. Kinda hard to find anyone willing to hire someone who can't guarantee actually showing up for their job. Then there are all the limits I have based on the upper back injury. That's what did me in with my former job. I'll never go back to regular nursing with those restrictions.
So, panic has officially set in. I'm anxiously awaiting, yet also dreading, the deposition and the other stuff. The ins. co. can drag this out indefinitely if they so choose and I'll be stuck without any income whatsoever.
Little Dude happened to hear a conversation about the money situation a couple weeks ago and he's gone into freak out mode. I keep forgetting he's taken up casual eavesdropping as a hobby now that he's 11. I thought he was safely ensconced in our room, playing with toys. Nope. I've had to reassure him that things will work out somehow, but I think he senses my own uncertainty. Faith. Just gotta have Faith.
Friends suggested I find myself a sugar daddy. I considered it briefly. Then I laughed. It's not that the idea was a bad one, but it's just not gonna happen. I'd have better luck marketing myself as the Broken Back Hooker in Reno. And that ain't gonna get me more than a few bucks either. Maybe.
On the plus side, there's always the fact that I haven't ever finished unpacking since our move. That would make it much easier to move again if we get evicted. And there's the fact that LD is easily and cheaply amused. Hey, gotta look at things in a positive light, right? Right.
Okay, off to watch TV. We're having hot dogs and mac and cheese, the perfect white trash repast.