"Women of God can never be like women of the world. The world has enough women who are tough; we need women who are tender. There are enough women who are coarse; we need women who are kind... We have enough women of fame and fortune; we need more women of faith." -- Margaret D. Nadauld

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Still Gloomy

Remember in June when I wrote this post about all the bad luck we’ve been having?

Well, the bad-luck-sisters are still playing with our life string!! And they are having
waaaaay too much fun with it!
At night, when I go to sleep, I can hear them cackle and laugh while they wad it up and throw it back and forth to each other.
They are tying it in knots and lassoing each other with it.
They play jump rope for hours with it.
They are displaying too much gaiety if you ask my opinion.

Let’s fill you in on what’s happened since my posting on June 29:

* Buttercup ended up in the ER with severe abdominal pain. This was only an hour after an emergency visit to Community Care in Florin.
(Max and I were out of town, so we didn’t have a lot of control over the situation. We probably wouldn’t have taken her to ER. We would have waited to see if the previous dr.’s diagnosis and treatment worked. They diagnosed her with an intense bladder infection.)

* Buttercup ends up having a CAT scan and having more blood work taken. The ER docs think it’s appendicitis. (Sound familiar?)

* Finally, about 2 am I get a phone call that says she has a cyst and that’s what’s causing her pain. It should burst on it’s own and no further treatment is needed.

I’ll sum up:

In two months time, two people in my family had two separate ER visits with two separate CAT Scans.

And here’s the kicker:

Our insurance, that I was so happy to write about on June 29, has DENIED all our medical claims. The medical care we sought was “out of network” so they are refusing to pay. But they are so generous in applying all the costs to our deductible, which IMO is incredibly high for an employer sponsored insurance program.
Nice Insurance people.

I have to ask the question:

I could go on and on,
but I won’t.

There’s even more bad luck.

Back in June, I wrote that we had accumulated 6 flat tires during the course of this year.
Now that it’s September, I am “happy to announce” that we can add

(drumroll please…..)

flat tires to the count!


We had the 8th flat over Labor Day weekend while we were up at my parent’s cabin in Montana.
It wasn’t a total on-the-ground flat, but air was leaking enough that Max and my dad were worried that it would be completely flat by the time I made the 2 hour drive back to Florin. And with holiday traffic, it wasn’t worth the risk to go totally flat on the highway, so we put the spare on before I headed home.


While we were there, my dad noticed his tire was looking low, so he got out the air compressor and filled it up. While he was putting tools away, I could still hear air coming out of the compressor and I thought that was weird since the compressor was completely turned off.

Turns out it was his tire that was leaking air.
There was a HUGE hole in it!

So, before we left the cabin, we had to change another tire!

(This tire is NOT added to my totals, even though I feel our bad luck is starting to rub off on other people.)


Add to this list:
 Buttercup’s car.
She drives an OLD (1991) Chevy Corsica.
Yes, her car is older than she is.
She likes to point that out.
But, I say, at least she has something that has 4 tires and a steering wheel!

She has had some trouble with it.
The “serpentine belt” broke and all the equipment that goes along with it had to be replaced.
Also the alternator.
$400 in repairs in a car that cost $800.
Oh, she had a flat tire too.

(It’s included in the flat tire total.)

We are also having some mechanical problems with the Tahoe.
* We need new shocks
* The battery is wearing out
* Something is up with the fuel injector
* The catalytic convertor needs replaced



I usually try to be upbeat and positive.
Sometimes I just need to vent.
I’m still trying to follow Max’s
”LIFE IS GOOD!” motto.


Max has found two houses in New Florin to look at.
One (to purchase) is a new home they are in the process of building.
It’s very small and probably cheaply made, but it’s the only thing in our price range.
The housing market there hasn’t been hit hard like everywhere else and home prices are still very high.

The other home is a rental that is about 3 miles out of town in the country. Rent seems reasonable. But we don’t know what the inside of the house looks like and what condition it is in. Rentals are a rare find, so if we want it, we’ll have to move fast. The house is available October 1.

Looks like we’ll finally be making the move.
I’m scared and a little LOT sad.
I knew the day would come when we would leave our happy town and our great friends,
and I’ve had more than ample time to prepare,
but it’s going to be hard to leave.


My next post will be happy and upbeat.
I promise!


Garden of Egan said...

Wow! I am so sorry! Those ugly, hideous, no good for nothing bad luck sistas gotta be gone! NOW!

It's ok to feel down. You deserve it.

Yikes! Moving from Florin! Your winters in New Florin won't be much better I think.

Kristi said...

No fun! You are entitled to vent. I can't believe you are actually moving. What is happening to your house in Florin? Good luck with the move. Maybe I should come help you pack :)

Connie said...

Hopefully those rotten Bad Luck Sisters will "tire" of tormenting you and move on!

Maybe they won't know where you'll be living in New Florin and take up residence else where!

So frustrating to have so many bad things happen. Hopefully things will get better!

Yvonne said...

I'm so sorry about all the bad luck. I just know things will get better--THEY HAVE TO!!!!!

I'm with Connie--hoping the Bad Luck Sisters won't know where you are in New Florin ; ) Hang in there.

BTW, I'm with you on the medical insurance--I hate it, but I'm still grateful it is available.

thorkgal said...

Michelle!!! It sounds like you need SOS to vent. My goodness isn't life fun? I had no idea there was someone to blame like the Bad Luck Sisters... who knew? Is there mom's name Fanny Mae because I'm still ticked at her. :)