Little known fact about PMS. Not every woman becomes a raging bitch once a month. There are others, like me, who are more prone to being sad/depressed than angry.
Hormones affects everyone differently.
Last Friday night, coming home from a night out with friends, I noticed a water-like sound when I turned off my car. I thought it may have been a sprinkler, but it was 3:30am. I popped the hood, and found smoke coming from the engine, and water boiling on top of my air hose.
Commence freak out #1.
Saturday morning, my mother woke me up with news that she was being evicted, yet again, for not being able to come up with rent in time. The job economy in South Florida sucks, to say the least. I had her go to Occupy Fort Lauderdale to join their rally, and she spent the night there.
Sunday morning, she decided to move to Houston. I’m in Houston. How will she get here, where will she stay when she gets here? So many variables.
Commence freak out #2.
Sunday was also my scheduled day to remove my birth control.
Commence hormone insanity.
I spent Sunday feeling off. Feeling combative, defensive, depressed, stressed out, confused, etc
I’ve ridden the city bus to/from work since. Still not sure what’s going on with my car. The not knowing creates anxiety within me, which does nothing to help relieve the stress within me.
At this point, my mother’s situation is stable. Her, her boyfriend & her dog are staying with my father & sister. My parents recently finalized their divorce. Awkward!
She’s probably going to fly here, and ship what she can’t take on the plane. I’ve researched rooming houses for her. She’s going to make the calls to the rooming houses on Friday.
If my car situation doesn’t improve, she may be stuck at the airport. Just looked up bus routes. Hopefully, they’ll let her on the bus with her dog if this happens.
Like I told Master the other day while he was holding me: I know everything will work out just fine. It’s just the in between that’s killing me. It’s the not knowing. It’s the inability to finish a thought/project.
Until that happens, it usually bugs me. Tack on period hormones, and I’m a hot mess.
Good news? I just got my period. On time. Always a plus.
Car: Remote diagnosis is always dicey. If you are lucky, it is a radiator hose that has cracked. Go to an auto parts store, buy new hose, and replace. Then add water and radiator fluid. If you are very unlucky, it could be a head gasket.
Family: Glad to hear you sent your mother to an Occupy rally. Even more important, be sure that she gets out to vote next November.
Best wishes. Things will stabilize.
Definitely not head gasket. Only oil appears in my oil. Ruby’s at the shop now. They’re doing a full inspection on her. I might cry at the cost to fix everything that’s wrong. The brake caliper, the suspension, the cooling system, the exhaust, etc
The second she gets to Texas, I’m making her go with me to the DMV for new IDs. Mine was stolen a couple months ago, and she needs to register to vote here.
Cars can sap the life out of your budget. When I can, I prefer to do as much as possible on a bicycle. And it keeps my legs in form.
Best wishes on the repairs.