I can’t do anything about it.  That’s what really sucks.  I can talk to him through the door, but if I go outside, he runs off.  He won’t go into a trap. 

I mixed some A/D with water and l-lysine powder and took it outside.  The food from this morning had blood in it.  *sigh*  I pulled that up and put down the A/D.  When I went out, Gilly ran to in front of the house.  KittyMeeze came in and ate some of the fresh food. 

Ten minutes later I looked out and Gilly was back.  This time on the outside of the gate.  He’s in the meatloaf position.  I called Brian and told him to let me know when he’s close to home and I’ll unlock the gate and he can come in via the side of the house and not bother Gilligan.

This is one of the worst parts of taking care of ferals. 

Not being able to do anything.

That’s how my head feels.  My neck can’t hold it up for very long because it hurts. 

Sometimes it feels like it’s getting better (like when I first get up in the morning), then it feels lots worse. 

Somebody really needs to come fish for me and read to me.  *lol* 

Maybe I’ll set up the laptop next to the sofa and just reach out and fish there.  And figure something out with my book.  Damn thing is so heavy.

The Mariners are nice, but the white stitching on the black leather seats had me looking for a black Sharpie.  Seriously.  I was impressed with the audio system.  The back seat passenger seat was much smooshier (and more comfy, in my opinion) than the front seats.  And the back of the driver’s seat, when I put my body back, my head was pushed forward. Does that make any sense?  I don’t think it was designed for short people.  I really did like the audio system, six CD capability as well as a jack for an MP3 player.

Brian had already looked at the new Escapes and wasn’t happy with the leather that it came with. But since the leather in the Mariner wasn’t all that much to write home about, he figured maybe we could go look at Escapes and I could give my opinion on those.

We stopped at a Ford dealership on the way home and I liked the Escapes.  The salesman tried to steer us over to the Edge.  We have no idea why, we weren’t shopping for just any car, we were looking at Escapes.  But no harm in looking.  Gotta say I didn’t really care for it. My first thought was “geez, it’s short” when I was in the driver’s seat and looked at the headroom.  Brian’s hat was hitting the roof on the passenger’s side.  And I flashed on rolling over.  Nope.  I want more headroom. Besides, I think the car was ugly.  Not very stylish. Brian said later ‘it’s trendy’.  I’ve never considered myself trendy.  I want a car that has classic styling, not trendy.

So, we came home and we’ll most likely be going with a new Escape. 

Now, just how to pay for it.  There’s supposed to be discussion with the insurance next week. Brian will take care of that. 

But for the couple of hours we were out walking around, I can’t believe how bad I feel.  By the time we got to the car after looking at the Escapes (I had to sit down inside the showroom while the salesman went to look for brochures) I could barely hold my head up my neck was hurting so much. 

I fell asleep on the sofa last night for a couple of hours, watched the last hour and a half of Mean Girls, then went to bed and slept until after seven this morning. This is unheard of.  I rarely sleep past seven.

I’m hating this.  I hate being achy.  I miss my little car, too.  I was sad looking at the new ones.  Very sad.

I don’t think this is what the doctor meant when he said to “take it easy and rest”, but damn it, someone has to clean around here and the maid quit (wait, we’ve never had a maid, just me).  Didn’t help this morning when he says before he walks out the door “gee, they’re sure peeing a lot in that corner, a lot more than they used to….” 

The same corner I’ve complained about cleaning for months now, that corner that I had to clean three times in four hours just a couple of weeks ago.  WTF? No, they’re not “peeing more” I’m cleaning less.  You know why?

I was in a fricking car accident last Sunday that could have ended a lot worse than it did. He tells me “not to dwell on it”.  Huh? Well, at least I’m not in denial that it ever happened, you know?  I just get the feeling it’s “well, you didn’t die, you’re not in the hospital, so now get back to work” type of thinking.  I’m just not feeling the love.

Bad mood. Bad, bad mood.  Angry woman here.

My head hurts from just behind my left ear down into my shoulder. My ribs hurt.  My left leg is having some sort of sharp pain mid thigh.  My left knee has hurt from day one, but it’s hurting worse.  And something’s going on with the lower part of that leg. I can’t flex my left foot without shooting pain in my lower leg.

Bleh. 

I just took some blue CostCo pain killers.  If they don’t help, I might just take one of my mom’s vicodin.  I saved those.  Never taken any in my life, but I hurt.

I’m achy all over, I’ve got chills, my head hurts and warm and sleepy sounds so inviting.  It hurts my back to sit up straight.

Oh, yeah, and I keep crying.  Not a lot.  But I just start to tear up and then they fall for a minute, then it’s over.  Until it happens again.  Maybe the enormity of the bullet I dodged is sinking in.  I dunno. 

But perky is certainly not a word that would be used to describe me today. When we get back from the chiro (lucky for me the work Brian was scheduled to do today isn’t happening since the people he was supposed to do the work for didn’t make it back to town) I might lay down and sleep.

You know, if you were really my friends and really loved me, you’d come to my house and read “Under the Dome” to me so I wouldn’t have to hold the heavy book myself.  And you’d “Fish NOW!” for me, so I didn’t have to move my arms.

You know.  If you really loved me.

I think it gives more perspective to the incline and you get a better idea of exactly why the car rolled.

He took x-rays and did some testing.  I have some whiplash and there’s something out of whack in my lower back.  Maybe from when the car was rolling over.  Lots of soft tissue damage on my left side, probably from banging against the driver’s door as the car turned.

I had printed out the pictures, he was just amazed I walked away. 

He asked if I’d gone to any other doctor before coming to see him and I said “no”.  And that the only reason I wanted to see him is because of what he’d told me after I fell down the hill. I didn’t go in until our regular monthly visit and I was feeling pretty bad.  He said if I’d come in when I’d fallen, the problem wouldn’t have had a chance to get as bad as it did.  I kind of figured that would be the best thing to do.  I’m glad I did.  He was pleased I hadn’t gone to anyone else yet, he said “they’d do a lot of unneccesary stuff”.  And you know they’d charge for it, too.

He told me to up my calcium intake (and he said that taking the calcium before I left on the trip most likely helped me do as well as I did (calcium is a natural relaxant)) and ice down the parts that hurt the most.

Anyway, so that’s where it stands right now.  I have to do litterboxes, this should be fun since I can’t lift the bucket if it’s full. I’ll have to do lots of little half full buckets. 

*sigh*

I told her to call Disney and cancel the reservations.

This is what they did to her.  She calls to cancel.  “Well, it’s too late to do anything about it now, we’ll have to charge you for the first night.  You have to give us five days notice.”

“But she rolled her car on the way up!” 

“I’m sorry. Will you be staying here tonight?”

“No, she rolled her car.”

“Will you be here tomorrow?”

“She rolled her car!”

Jolene ended up being transferred to a supervisor (who she said sounded suspiciously like the person she’d already been speaking with) who told her to change the date of the reservations to sometime in the future, then they would accept the cancellation.

I cancelled it this morning.

Honestly, you just have to sit and shake your head at some of this stuff. I’m sure it happens that people call to cancel lying about the reason all the time. But gee whiz….adding insult to injury….