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Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
Jun. 11th, 2008 12:13 pmSo, I posted a bit ago about my car's battery being dead (it was the Sunday before last I checked it, after needing it jumped on Saturday to go grocery shopping). Anyway since it died right after a grocery trip I wasn't particularly concerned with getting it jumped right away, since I pretty much only ever go to the grocery store.
My anxiety's been hideously bad lately; thanks to that I have to force myself to deal with people. The best way to do that as far as my car troubles are concerned has been to leave myself no other option - ie, wait until I'm totally out of food and then give it a day or two (because I can always manage to find something for a day or two after I think I'm out - this is how I discovered adding chocolate protein powder to pancake mix = delicious) so my choice is suck it up and ask someone for a jump or not eat.
So having not eaten since I finished off a jar of mild banana peppers last night, and finally finding the parking spot on the battery side free so someone could get in to jump, I wandered outside. And after, I dunno, half an hour or so, someone came by, and she was friendly enough so I asked for a jump. She had no cables oh god I was gonna have to ask more than one person no wait her friend has cables. Friend turned out to be very nice guy with blue mohawk who lives downstairs. There are very few relative strangers I can deal with without being srsly panicky, he's one of them. Yay!
Jump. Nothing. Several tries. Nothing. Someone walking by, Blue-Mohawk-Adam asked if he was right to think if nothing was happening it was a starter problem. Walker-by says maybe, or maybe the battery's THAT dead - leave the other car going for ten minutes or so and try again to see. If not, whacking the starter with a ratchet or hammer or whatever tool can help.
Seven or eight minutes of other car running. Try again. Nothing. Blue-Mohawk-Adam says he's never tried the ratchet-starter trick and isn't sure he wants to. Fine no problem whatever at this point I'm seriously agitated and my anxiety's going insane. Ask if there's anything else they can do, nope, recommend me a mechanic they both use, yay thank you going inside now.
So! I have a car I can't start or afford to get fixed. Oh and I can't ask the parents for money 'cause they think I've got my credit cards enough in order that I've got some breathing room for sudden car needs. This is one Hell of a lie. I have no food in the apartment (although! I have three or four scoops of protein powder left and milk, so I have poor man's slim-fast), and the money I was gonna use to GET food is an as-yet-uncashed check so I can't even order pizza or chinese or whatever.
Yay today. No really.
On the plus side, the kitties know I'm agitated and anxiety-insane so they're being extra super-snuggly. And since I woke up way too early this morning I'm going the fuck back to bed.
My anxiety's been hideously bad lately; thanks to that I have to force myself to deal with people. The best way to do that as far as my car troubles are concerned has been to leave myself no other option - ie, wait until I'm totally out of food and then give it a day or two (because I can always manage to find something for a day or two after I think I'm out - this is how I discovered adding chocolate protein powder to pancake mix = delicious) so my choice is suck it up and ask someone for a jump or not eat.
So having not eaten since I finished off a jar of mild banana peppers last night, and finally finding the parking spot on the battery side free so someone could get in to jump, I wandered outside. And after, I dunno, half an hour or so, someone came by, and she was friendly enough so I asked for a jump. She had no cables oh god I was gonna have to ask more than one person no wait her friend has cables. Friend turned out to be very nice guy with blue mohawk who lives downstairs. There are very few relative strangers I can deal with without being srsly panicky, he's one of them. Yay!
Jump. Nothing. Several tries. Nothing. Someone walking by, Blue-Mohawk-Adam asked if he was right to think if nothing was happening it was a starter problem. Walker-by says maybe, or maybe the battery's THAT dead - leave the other car going for ten minutes or so and try again to see. If not, whacking the starter with a ratchet or hammer or whatever tool can help.
Seven or eight minutes of other car running. Try again. Nothing. Blue-Mohawk-Adam says he's never tried the ratchet-starter trick and isn't sure he wants to. Fine no problem whatever at this point I'm seriously agitated and my anxiety's going insane. Ask if there's anything else they can do, nope, recommend me a mechanic they both use, yay thank you going inside now.
So! I have a car I can't start or afford to get fixed. Oh and I can't ask the parents for money 'cause they think I've got my credit cards enough in order that I've got some breathing room for sudden car needs. This is one Hell of a lie. I have no food in the apartment (although! I have three or four scoops of protein powder left and milk, so I have poor man's slim-fast), and the money I was gonna use to GET food is an as-yet-uncashed check so I can't even order pizza or chinese or whatever.
Yay today. No really.
On the plus side, the kitties know I'm agitated and anxiety-insane so they're being extra super-snuggly. And since I woke up way too early this morning I'm going the fuck back to bed.
