Good Luck or Bad...you be the judge
My family has taken a beating in many ways recently. Money is always an issue, but recently we seem to be bleeding more than we can afford to.
Health is also an issue and Dee had a little spill the other week that impacted on Money as well
Returning from her holiday in NZ, she needed to visit the dentist, who was unable to complete his work on Dee before she went overseas, leaving Dee with an inflected tooth and much pain when she returned to Oz. Of course, the pain came unbearable over that weekend, and the dentist was not available. By the Monday morning, Dee couldn't stand it anymore and struggled up in the wee hours to make herself a comforting 'hottie' Here's where it gets ugly.
Just as the jug was coming to the boil and she was filling the "hottie", she felt faint, but failed to put the stopper back in the bottle before collapsing in the pantry. I woke up to find her still laying there perhaps 15 - 30 minutes later. She had burnt her arm and finger tips and was struggling to walk on her right foot. Her tooth still hurt.
I took her first to the dentist for the tooth and then to the general medical clinic based in the main shopping centre called The Plaza by the locals. The clinic dressed her burns and a doctor looked at her foot and called it "sprained".
For the next week, Dee hopped around the place, until she had an appointment to visit her own doctor. When he saw her, he packed off to the x-ray people, who informed her that the foot had THREE broken bones. Needless to see, no-one was happy.
In the meantime, my car died and had an awful smell coming from the heater/air cond. When the mechanic looked at it, the heater coil imploded, and filled the car with rusty smelly water, and trashed the on-board computer. It was a week to get that back and I'll be paying for it for the next 6 or so weeks.
Then, Kirby was taking Dee to the big x-ray joint in town, and a stupid lady crashed into the side of Dee's Mazda3. The car is drivable, but the panel beaters don't want to see it until after the long Easter break.
Strike Three!
But it doesn't stop there. My investment property had to have it's oven repaired, so I couldn't collect all the monthly rent, which normally covers one of the mortgauges, but that bounced, and the bank penalised me for not having enough money in the account.
Then Dee's clients took away some of her work, because they felt she needed to rest up to give her foot time to heal.
We just can't take a trick this month.
To top it all off, the bank also knocked me back on a personal loan because I told them I paid rent, but really Dee pays the rent, but by the time I cleared that up, I still could not get the loan, and then----awe shucks what else have I missed...oh yes
We dogsat the ex-neighbour's old beast for a fortnight, and the other two dogs got all precious and started to re-mark their territory all over again, which meant I was cleaning up after all three of them most mornings. At least the garage floor is now sterile from all the Demestos I've used there.
And our landlord put up our rent
To use a baseball saying, we are at the bottom of the 7th innings and their bases are loaded, and my pitching arm has gone south. Maybe we can save the game, but we may just need to let this one go and get ready for the next one
Health is also an issue and Dee had a little spill the other week that impacted on Money as well
Returning from her holiday in NZ, she needed to visit the dentist, who was unable to complete his work on Dee before she went overseas, leaving Dee with an inflected tooth and much pain when she returned to Oz. Of course, the pain came unbearable over that weekend, and the dentist was not available. By the Monday morning, Dee couldn't stand it anymore and struggled up in the wee hours to make herself a comforting 'hottie' Here's where it gets ugly.
Just as the jug was coming to the boil and she was filling the "hottie", she felt faint, but failed to put the stopper back in the bottle before collapsing in the pantry. I woke up to find her still laying there perhaps 15 - 30 minutes later. She had burnt her arm and finger tips and was struggling to walk on her right foot. Her tooth still hurt.
I took her first to the dentist for the tooth and then to the general medical clinic based in the main shopping centre called The Plaza by the locals. The clinic dressed her burns and a doctor looked at her foot and called it "sprained".
For the next week, Dee hopped around the place, until she had an appointment to visit her own doctor. When he saw her, he packed off to the x-ray people, who informed her that the foot had THREE broken bones. Needless to see, no-one was happy.
In the meantime, my car died and had an awful smell coming from the heater/air cond. When the mechanic looked at it, the heater coil imploded, and filled the car with rusty smelly water, and trashed the on-board computer. It was a week to get that back and I'll be paying for it for the next 6 or so weeks.
Then, Kirby was taking Dee to the big x-ray joint in town, and a stupid lady crashed into the side of Dee's Mazda3. The car is drivable, but the panel beaters don't want to see it until after the long Easter break.
Strike Three!
But it doesn't stop there. My investment property had to have it's oven repaired, so I couldn't collect all the monthly rent, which normally covers one of the mortgauges, but that bounced, and the bank penalised me for not having enough money in the account.
Then Dee's clients took away some of her work, because they felt she needed to rest up to give her foot time to heal.
We just can't take a trick this month.
To top it all off, the bank also knocked me back on a personal loan because I told them I paid rent, but really Dee pays the rent, but by the time I cleared that up, I still could not get the loan, and then----awe shucks what else have I missed...oh yes
We dogsat the ex-neighbour's old beast for a fortnight, and the other two dogs got all precious and started to re-mark their territory all over again, which meant I was cleaning up after all three of them most mornings. At least the garage floor is now sterile from all the Demestos I've used there.
And our landlord put up our rent
To use a baseball saying, we are at the bottom of the 7th innings and their bases are loaded, and my pitching arm has gone south. Maybe we can save the game, but we may just need to let this one go and get ready for the next one
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