Izalude
12-10-2006, 03:37 AM
This year has been the total year of the cockroach for me. Earlier this year, I was having some serious health issues related to MS, which forced me to move back in with my parents briefly. Things started looking up again back in March, and I was able to get into a place to share with one of my best friends from High School. So things went well, for a few months.
I get pulled over sometime in April, go to court, take care of the ticket, pay the fine and think that's the end of it...
May rolls around, and my roommate finds out that he got his girlfriend pregnant, and decides that he's gonna marry her. I was happy for them, and even offered to move out so that he could have the apartment with his wife & kid, but he chose to leave instead going back to where we grew up. So I had to find a new roommate. I ended up finding a 19 year old kid that was a friend of a friend that moved in.
Then at the end of May, I found a career working as a boarding Agent for ships coming into the Port of New York. This is HANDS DOWN the best job I've ever had, and the first that I could actually see myself doing for the rest of my life. The pay is great, the benefits are outstanding, and the company I work for REALLY takes care of their employees.
Then comes June... My mother wanted me to come home for a talk. I'm thinking, "Oh shit. What did I do?" I come home sit down with my whole family, and my father announces that he's got lieukemia. From June on, he's in and out of the hospital getting treated for it. For now the prognosis is good, but the problem is that he's known for awhile and hasn't said anything to the family, nor had he sought any treatment prior to the announcement...
Things went well for a time being, until my roommate lost his job. I would come home to find the house trashed with about 9 of his friends over, making a huge racket seeing that all my food that I bought the day before had been completely ransacked. I made this tomato sauce from SCRATCH one day... I peeled and mashed the tomatos myself, cooked sausages and put them into the sauce too. It was an all-day ordeal... I cover it, and put it in the refridgerator, having eaten only about a half-plate of spaghetti. I wake up the next morning to see the sauce pot in the sink, and all the sauce GONE. The inconsiderate prick didn't eat any spaghetti. He just ate the entire saucepot instead. Can you believe the nerve?
Then around September, I started having black spots in my vision. I'd black out if I stood up too quickly, and I was alot more disoriented than a usual MS attack. So I went to see my doctor, who ordered an MRI. Then I find out I have a small tumor on my brainstem. He refers me to an oncologist, who was optimistic that he could destroy it with just giving me chemo... So I do that for about 6 weeks. Things were going well, up until the 6th week. I had another MRI to check on the status of the tumor, only to see that the chemo knocked away about 75% of it, but it hadn't shrunk in about 2 weeks... Doc upped the dosage a bit, and by the end of the next week, the tumor had actually grown. Now I'm having radiation treatments done. My hair falls off in clumps. The other day after the treatment, I still had an open sore in my mouth from the chemo. The radiation aparently aggrivated it, which bled into my throat making me cough and throw up blood. This SUCKS. I wouldn't wish this upon my worst enemy.
So... I'm bogged down with alot of medical expenses now, and still my roommate refuses to pay me, saying he has no money. He fell WAAAAY behind on his bills, being out of work for almost 6 weeks. The landlord is about ready to evict him too, because now he's a month and a half behind on his rent. And because this bastard owes me about $800, I just can't seem to get ahead of my bills & medical expenses.
So... Halloween rolls around, and I'm pulled over again, this time because my license plate was crooked. The cop informs me that there's a warrant out for me about this stuff that happened in April, for $1,000, and that my license is suspended! I couldn't believe this. I couldn't pay it, so I ended up going to the County prison for the day. Around 6pm they realize, "Oh shit! We fucked up. This was paid already, and we just forgot to clear it in the computer." And they turn me loose. I filed a lawsuit against them.
Three weeks ago, I'm driving home after a session of chemo and I'm pulled over by a guy named Ken Munt, who has me step out of the car and take a sobriety test. Now I'm not in the best of shape, and I semi-fail the test. I tell him that I'm on both Interferon for the MS and Chemo for the tumor, and he says, "I'm not interested." By now about 9 other cops have shown up. I speak to the supervisor asking to take a breathalyzer. I pass, of course and the officer that pulled me over says, "That doesn't mean you're not on any drugs." I'm LIVID at this point. I demand to be taken back to the hospital where I had just come from to take a blood test. They drag me down there, and my doctor looks at them like, "You've gotta be fucking kidding me." I'm issued a ticket for DUI pending blood analysis, and driven home. The next day I get a call from the Chief of Police apologizing for the whole ordeal saying that both the officer that pulled me over, as well as the supervisor are getting formal reprimands.
My license is no longer suspended, nor do I have any outstanding warrants or anything, but I still keep getting pulled over by a cop every time they run a random license plate check. I dunno what's up with that, but it's driving me up the friggin wall. I feel like I'm being harassed. They just say, "I ran your plate through the computer, and it came up as a hit." I ask what that means, and they say that it means that something isn't right with my documentation. (IE. Warrant, expired license, suspended license, invalid registration, etc) Most of the time they just let me go once they see that everything is in order. Other times they try to look for excuses to write me a ticket.
I just want this year to end. It's been entirely too stressful.
I get pulled over sometime in April, go to court, take care of the ticket, pay the fine and think that's the end of it...
May rolls around, and my roommate finds out that he got his girlfriend pregnant, and decides that he's gonna marry her. I was happy for them, and even offered to move out so that he could have the apartment with his wife & kid, but he chose to leave instead going back to where we grew up. So I had to find a new roommate. I ended up finding a 19 year old kid that was a friend of a friend that moved in.
Then at the end of May, I found a career working as a boarding Agent for ships coming into the Port of New York. This is HANDS DOWN the best job I've ever had, and the first that I could actually see myself doing for the rest of my life. The pay is great, the benefits are outstanding, and the company I work for REALLY takes care of their employees.
Then comes June... My mother wanted me to come home for a talk. I'm thinking, "Oh shit. What did I do?" I come home sit down with my whole family, and my father announces that he's got lieukemia. From June on, he's in and out of the hospital getting treated for it. For now the prognosis is good, but the problem is that he's known for awhile and hasn't said anything to the family, nor had he sought any treatment prior to the announcement...
Things went well for a time being, until my roommate lost his job. I would come home to find the house trashed with about 9 of his friends over, making a huge racket seeing that all my food that I bought the day before had been completely ransacked. I made this tomato sauce from SCRATCH one day... I peeled and mashed the tomatos myself, cooked sausages and put them into the sauce too. It was an all-day ordeal... I cover it, and put it in the refridgerator, having eaten only about a half-plate of spaghetti. I wake up the next morning to see the sauce pot in the sink, and all the sauce GONE. The inconsiderate prick didn't eat any spaghetti. He just ate the entire saucepot instead. Can you believe the nerve?
Then around September, I started having black spots in my vision. I'd black out if I stood up too quickly, and I was alot more disoriented than a usual MS attack. So I went to see my doctor, who ordered an MRI. Then I find out I have a small tumor on my brainstem. He refers me to an oncologist, who was optimistic that he could destroy it with just giving me chemo... So I do that for about 6 weeks. Things were going well, up until the 6th week. I had another MRI to check on the status of the tumor, only to see that the chemo knocked away about 75% of it, but it hadn't shrunk in about 2 weeks... Doc upped the dosage a bit, and by the end of the next week, the tumor had actually grown. Now I'm having radiation treatments done. My hair falls off in clumps. The other day after the treatment, I still had an open sore in my mouth from the chemo. The radiation aparently aggrivated it, which bled into my throat making me cough and throw up blood. This SUCKS. I wouldn't wish this upon my worst enemy.
So... I'm bogged down with alot of medical expenses now, and still my roommate refuses to pay me, saying he has no money. He fell WAAAAY behind on his bills, being out of work for almost 6 weeks. The landlord is about ready to evict him too, because now he's a month and a half behind on his rent. And because this bastard owes me about $800, I just can't seem to get ahead of my bills & medical expenses.
So... Halloween rolls around, and I'm pulled over again, this time because my license plate was crooked. The cop informs me that there's a warrant out for me about this stuff that happened in April, for $1,000, and that my license is suspended! I couldn't believe this. I couldn't pay it, so I ended up going to the County prison for the day. Around 6pm they realize, "Oh shit! We fucked up. This was paid already, and we just forgot to clear it in the computer." And they turn me loose. I filed a lawsuit against them.
Three weeks ago, I'm driving home after a session of chemo and I'm pulled over by a guy named Ken Munt, who has me step out of the car and take a sobriety test. Now I'm not in the best of shape, and I semi-fail the test. I tell him that I'm on both Interferon for the MS and Chemo for the tumor, and he says, "I'm not interested." By now about 9 other cops have shown up. I speak to the supervisor asking to take a breathalyzer. I pass, of course and the officer that pulled me over says, "That doesn't mean you're not on any drugs." I'm LIVID at this point. I demand to be taken back to the hospital where I had just come from to take a blood test. They drag me down there, and my doctor looks at them like, "You've gotta be fucking kidding me." I'm issued a ticket for DUI pending blood analysis, and driven home. The next day I get a call from the Chief of Police apologizing for the whole ordeal saying that both the officer that pulled me over, as well as the supervisor are getting formal reprimands.
My license is no longer suspended, nor do I have any outstanding warrants or anything, but I still keep getting pulled over by a cop every time they run a random license plate check. I dunno what's up with that, but it's driving me up the friggin wall. I feel like I'm being harassed. They just say, "I ran your plate through the computer, and it came up as a hit." I ask what that means, and they say that it means that something isn't right with my documentation. (IE. Warrant, expired license, suspended license, invalid registration, etc) Most of the time they just let me go once they see that everything is in order. Other times they try to look for excuses to write me a ticket.
I just want this year to end. It's been entirely too stressful.