Don’t worry, I’m just getting this out of my system. No need for words of wisdom and other such things.
I don’t want to think about how much money this could potentially cost.
I don’t want to think about our insurance and whether it’s going to go up.
I don’t want to think about the fact that my back is kind of sore (but I will go see a doctor tomorrow.)
I don’t want to think about just what kind of bad shape our finances are in.
I don’t want to think about the_dayle sneezing all over me. Ew.
I don’t want to think about the fact that I know there’s an Ikea receipt somewhere that will allow us to take back the rug we didn’t end up liking, but I can’t find it and I may have lost it and that’s 114$ (and the last of our gift cards) thoroughly wasted.
I’m just feeling a bit beaten right now. At least this time there wasn’t any respite, it just went from being annoying to being really annoying. On the good side, I like my new job, and my boss IM’d me tonight after I was home for a while to see how I was doing, since he knew about the accident. Workplaces that like Instant Messaging are my kind of place.
We’re never going to get this place furnished, and I have to come to terms with that. Stuff will just be piled on the floor, like my grandparents old house in montreal. Okay, maybe not like that. That place was a fire hazard that terrified me and made me swear to myself I would never become a packrat.
The cats haven’t left my side since I got home, except to eat in shifts. They always know.