Current mood: 
frustrated
I had a nice long chat with the president of my school this evening about my neck predicament. He's about the fifth person that urged me to get a lawyer. He told me that both of his daughters have been rear-ended and have had lengthy whiplash recoveries. I was smart not to take the insurance company's offer of $1000. He told me that each of his daughter's cases racked up several thousand dollars and recovery times were from 1 - 2 years. Oy. As it has become increasingly clear that this will not heal on its own, I need serious medical attention. He said I didn't need to drop the class, he'd help me however he can to make sure I finish the class after I take care of myself first. He is the kindest man I think I've ever met.
I hate my neighbors. They have become the bane of my existance. These are the same neighbors with the screaming trampoline kids. They recently got a dog. I don't know why. The kids played with him for less than a week before they lost interest in him. Now they keep him on a 3 foot chain right outside my bedroom window. He's always out of water and I think he only gets fed once a day. Last week when it rained really bad, they left him out in it with no shelter. The poor thing cries and barks for attention late at night and early in the morning, which they ignore. I can't since he's right outside my window. I complained to the park management about the dog and how he's being treated, but apparently they don't care, either. Of course it's in my lease that a dog may not disturb the "peaceful" enjoyment of others or some such crap. This situation is definitely not peaceful. Their dog was getting into our yard through the gap in the gate/fence between our properties. This gate was tightly shut until they decided to dig it free so they could cut through our yard. I put cinder blocks up to keep the dog out of our yard and today I find that they'd been through the gate and our cinder blocks are in their yard. Marcus was pissed. He's written a rather irate letter that will be delivered to them tomorrow stating that he expects our property to be returned and for them to quit cutting through our lot. We'll see how that turns out. I hate them.
I went to Mom's grave today. I don't know why. I just started driving after I left work and ended up there (she's buried over at Fort Logan). I haven't been there in ages. I must've sat in the grass for about 45 minutes just thinking and staring at her headstone. It still amazes me that, on days like today, it still really hurts. You'd think that after 7-1/2 years, I'd have gotten used to her being gone and be over the hurt/anger of her dying. I guess I'm not. How does one get over that? Will I ever really? *sigh*
OK, I need to try and get some rest. Gotta call a lawyer from Tom Martino's referral list later today.
frustratedI had a nice long chat with the president of my school this evening about my neck predicament. He's about the fifth person that urged me to get a lawyer. He told me that both of his daughters have been rear-ended and have had lengthy whiplash recoveries. I was smart not to take the insurance company's offer of $1000. He told me that each of his daughter's cases racked up several thousand dollars and recovery times were from 1 - 2 years. Oy. As it has become increasingly clear that this will not heal on its own, I need serious medical attention. He said I didn't need to drop the class, he'd help me however he can to make sure I finish the class after I take care of myself first. He is the kindest man I think I've ever met.
I hate my neighbors. They have become the bane of my existance. These are the same neighbors with the screaming trampoline kids. They recently got a dog. I don't know why. The kids played with him for less than a week before they lost interest in him. Now they keep him on a 3 foot chain right outside my bedroom window. He's always out of water and I think he only gets fed once a day. Last week when it rained really bad, they left him out in it with no shelter. The poor thing cries and barks for attention late at night and early in the morning, which they ignore. I can't since he's right outside my window. I complained to the park management about the dog and how he's being treated, but apparently they don't care, either. Of course it's in my lease that a dog may not disturb the "peaceful" enjoyment of others or some such crap. This situation is definitely not peaceful. Their dog was getting into our yard through the gap in the gate/fence between our properties. This gate was tightly shut until they decided to dig it free so they could cut through our yard. I put cinder blocks up to keep the dog out of our yard and today I find that they'd been through the gate and our cinder blocks are in their yard. Marcus was pissed. He's written a rather irate letter that will be delivered to them tomorrow stating that he expects our property to be returned and for them to quit cutting through our lot. We'll see how that turns out. I hate them.
I went to Mom's grave today. I don't know why. I just started driving after I left work and ended up there (she's buried over at Fort Logan). I haven't been there in ages. I must've sat in the grass for about 45 minutes just thinking and staring at her headstone. It still amazes me that, on days like today, it still really hurts. You'd think that after 7-1/2 years, I'd have gotten used to her being gone and be over the hurt/anger of her dying. I guess I'm not. How does one get over that? Will I ever really? *sigh*
OK, I need to try and get some rest. Gotta call a lawyer from Tom Martino's referral list later today.
stupid
sick
Name: LaDonna
