My mom, my aunt and my landlord have all been quite generous with me. I specifically appreciate my mom buying my groceries. As it turns out, Ramen Noodles do expire. A few years ago, I socked some away just in case I ever found myself in such a situation.
Unfortunately, too many hot dogs can also make you sick. I learned this in the most embarrassing way after eating about twelve over the course of the last week. .
A few days ago, my landlord called to tell me she had accidentally gotten some of my mail, so I went by to get it. I ended up staying over there to chat for about an hour or two (she's had surgery recently and can't leave the house, so I think she appreciated the company), but after a while, I started to feel, well, funny. My stomach was churning, and I felt a little nauseous. If I had a dime for every time I got nauseous at random times, I wouldn't have had to cancel my cable and internet, but usually, I can just brush it off. I've always had a very high tolerance for pain and discomfort. But this time was different.
I started to sweat, and I tried so hard to listen as she was telling me about a recipe, but the room started spinning, and I just knew I was either going to pass out or throw up all over her kitchen floor. If you know me in real life, you know I'd rather shoot myself in the foot than let on to anyone that I need something or feel uncomfortable. I shifted from foot to foot and tried to block it out, but it was no use. Just as she was telling how good her sugar cookies made with almond flour came out, I stopped her mid-sentence.
"I hate to cut you off, but I have to go." I reached for the door and tried to explain why I was leaving so abruptly. I just knew I was going to fall down the steps to the driveway. Luckily, I only live a few hundred feet from her, so I jumped in my car and hightailed it to my house, where I... well, I'll spare you the rest of that story, as the details are not pleasant. I called her later to apologize, but I felt like the biggest fool on earth. I also spent the night in bed, sick and delirious.
Anyway, I actually decided to take AT&T up on their offer to install their cable/internet for a mere percentage of what I pay Comcast ever month. Honestly, I can't survive without internet (for work purposes), and as a person who lives alone in the woods, not having the TV for background noise is horrifying. For the first year, I'd get both extremely inexpensively, so why not? AT&T had been bugging the hell out of me about switching for the last year, and really, as much as I hate them, their customer service trumps Comcast times a million. They were supposed to come on Thursday, but I called and asked if I could change the date to next week, mostly because I've got too much going on this week and sort of because my house is a filthy mess. The lady says to me and I quote, "I'm sorry, but it looks like your house is outside of our range."
What the fuck? Outside of their range? They've been trying to put this crap on me for a year, I finally cave, get my heart set on it and I am "outside of their range?" Furthermore, they wait until I call in on the day before my service is scheduled to be installed to tell me this? And finally, my freaking next-door-neighbor has it, but I can't?
So, it looks like another week with no connection to the outside world, that is, unless I want to spend twelve-hour days with my parents. Believe me, I thought about moving back in with them for a brief moment, but that desire died quicker than Whitney Houston on a crack bender (too soon?). I'm working on Direct TV and/or selling my eggs. Not that anyone would want them. As of next week, I'll be on the wrong side of 30.Ugh.
I think the worst part of all of this is that I had to cancel my much-anticipated trip to Charleston. I was supposed to see Alison Krauss and Union Station in South Cackalacky this weekend, and then we were going to spend a few days at the beach. Neither of those things happened. The bad thing about that is that also wanted to see the Beach Boys this weekend, but I chose AKUS instead. I probably could have pulled off the Beach Boys, but I forgot it was last night and was so rudely reminded when I went to see about getting tickets today.
Oh, well. On the upside, I get to meet one of my favorite authors this week. I'm hoping it'll motivate me to get the finishing touches on my book and do something with it. She made a whole career of going from on top of the world to broke to being a poplar author. Maybe some of that will rub off on me?