Not A Good Time

No good news to report. It seems like all the bad things that could happen have decided to happen at the same time.

It all started when the boyfriend called his mom to take him to the emergency room. He was having major pain issues. He was put into the intensive care, his pancreas was inflamed and infected and his kidneys had shut down. He has been there for a week and I am not allowed to go visit him. The hospital has a rule (because of covid) that a patient can have 1 visitor and nobody else can come visit. His mom decided it was going to be her. So I just get to talk to him on the phone.

I have 2 cars. A big SUV and a little 4 cylinder car. Even though it goes through more gas, I usually drive the SUV. But a few weeks ago, the front wheel bearings on the SUV started getting really loud. They need replaced. Not a big deal because I work at a car shop, so if I buy the wheel bearings, I could have the mechanic replace them for me. But last week the mechanic walked out and quit. Okay, I would have the boyfriend do it, but he is in the hospital now. Not the end of the world, I will drive the 4 cylinder car until we can replace the wheel bearings.

Nope, cannot do that either. Friday I went to lunch and on the way back to work, I rear-ended another car. I will admit that my mind was worrying about the boyfriend and the car in front of me started to stop for no reason. So I went to change to the other lane and didn't see that the traffic in that lane had stopped. Luckily I wasn't hurt and the lady in the other car wasn't hurt either. She was actually super nice and kept apologizing even though it was my fault. The cop was nice. I didn't get a ticket, so I feel lucky for that. But the 4 cylinder car is totaled and not drive-able.

I have a friend that works for a local small car dealer. Since we are both in the car business, we help each other out sometimes. I called him about getting a car and they had 1 car that I would consider. We worked out a deal and I told him I wanted to think about it over the weekend. He told me I could drive the car over the weekend and let him know on Monday. Not even 5 minutes later, a girl came in and wanted to buy the car. She didn't have the full down payment but she really wanted the car. While I thought the car was okay, it wasn't something I would have usually picked out. I was just interested because I need a car. So I told her she could have the car. But they told her they had already promised me the car for the weekend, but she could get it on Monday. I was upset that I would have to find another car, I got over it really quickly when I drove it home and realized the transmission sucked in the car. I told my friend about what it was doing, he said he would have to look at it. I took the car back on Saturday. I am glad I didn't buy that car.

While the boyfriend has been in the hospital, I have been staying at his house to take care of his dog. On Saturday, I went home to do laundry. I took the boyfriend's car to my house and I was going to take the SUV back to work so it would at least be at the shop. When I got home I saw the front tire was flat. UGH! So tomorrow I am going to take the air tank and air the tire up.

I'm hoping the bad energy stops sometime soon. Some good luck would be nice.

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Oh, man. I hate strings of bad shit.
Wishing a speedy recovery to your BF and some good car vibes to you.
 
Thanks, I mainly just needed to vent and take a deep breath.

The bf is doing better. He had his 2nd dialysis yesterday and they took out 3 liters again (which is the goal). For dinner he had cereal and then ate part of his mom's dinner.
 
Update! I really hate the hospital he was in. It is local to where he lives, but everybody says that isn't a place you go to heal, you go there to die. So yesterday we checked him out of that place. He went home and rested for a few hours and then I took him to the hospital near where I live. That is also the same hospital I usually take him. It is a highly rated hospital and we've never had a problem there. We were in the emergency room for about 5 hours yesterday. 2 different doctors checked him out and he was admitted to the hospital.

The thing I found strange is they never asked any questions about Covid when we entered the emergency room. They never took our temperatures. After we had been in the emergency room for almost 4 hours, they did a Covid test on him. They then told us that I could not go up to his room until they got the results from the covid test (tomrrow). They never tested me or asked me any questions about Covid.

I stayed with him as long as I could yesterday, I had to leave when they finally took him up to his room.

I was very happy that all the doctors and nurses were extremely polite and seemed to be interested in helping him. I know that he is a very difficult patient. I had a long talk with him before I left. I told him to be strong, don't be an asshole to the nurses/doctors and try to get some sleep. He was nervous about going up by himself, I told him that I was just a phone call away. He never called last night, so I took that as a good sign. I talked to him a few times this morning, he seemed okay. I will find out when I go in there later today.

Thanks for the well wishes!
 

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