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A little over a week ago, we were on our way to two appointments (my mom's physical therapy and my daughter's HRT check-uo) and after my daughter's appointment my mom started driving kind of erratically. Mind you, we were about 20ish miles away at that point, so we took the back way to avoid crashing on the freeway. My mom still ended up damaging our car, though, so that's one of the problems I have to deal with now.
Anyway, we got home and I got her to the hospital, thinking she might be having a stroke (thankfully, that was not the case). We did find out she has a small aneurysm in her brain that they're going to monitor and she's probably been giving herself too much insulin since December because she can't monitor. They also decided it would be best if she went to a skilled care facility for a few weeks because she didn't have the strength to get up and down our stairs (she's been there sine last Sunday).
While she was there, she got news from her older brother that apparently their younger brother was found dead a week prior. We have no other information at the moment, but my mom is not dealing with it well. But I don't think there's going to be a funeral she needs to go to, so that's something I don't need to worry about arranging.
But here's what I need help with:
I don't drive so my daughter and I are back to relying on Ubers. My mom's facility is actually less than two miles away, but that' still about $30 round trip. Any help getting to go see her would be amazing, plus my daughter has an appointment in Chula Vista to get her tooth looked at (finally) on the 25th and I don't want to reschedule that.
I need a little bit of help for food before the 1st. Not much there, maybe $40. My GERD is acting up and I'm having trouble eating some of the stuff in the apartment.
I need a new fan for the living room, where I use my laptop without hurting myself the way I did using it on my bed. We don't have heating or air conditioning in our apartment and the heat is even starting to come to California.
I may need to cover both of the glucose monitors that were ordered for her as her pharmacy says they can't bill Medicare Part B for them. We would really like to get her a Freestlye Libre, because part of the reason she's basically been overdosing on her insulin is most of the time she can't find her smaller monitor, and pricking her fingers is starting to hurt her.
We got a call this morning from the funeral home this morning and my mom needs to print out some paperwork to fill out, so a friend was able to send me the money where I can take an Uber later today or Friday to print it out at the library. We may need to come up with money to help my Uncle Donald pay for the cremation, because we're trying to get the Veteran's Association to help with the cost and getting his ashes interred at a military cemetery where my Uncle David was living (either Utah or Nevada) but we don't know what's going on with that since we haven't heard from my Uncle Donald for over a week.
Until we get the car fixed I need to come up with funds for two doctor appointments my daughter needs to go to: one is about a $85 round trip and the other would possibly about $150. They're later in the month but just in case we can't get the car fixed in time, it would be a huge help to have at least the dental appointment covered so she can finally have the root canal started for the intense tooth pain she's had for the last six months.
My friend who helped has also been covering our storage unit and we really need to get it cleared out this month. We can rent a U-Haul for multiple trips, but the downside is the round trip mileage from where the unit is to where we live will cost us around $100 each day we do it. So what I'm thinking is if we can get the oil pan damage fixed that was incurred before my mom was in the hospital we can just pay for gas and go back and forth and transport smaller stuff in the van (along with my mom's walker and a camping chair for me) and then get a U-Haul for one or two days to move the big stuff.
Speaking of the unit, we have a piano in that unit which was a gift from my Nana to my mom and my sister and I before she died. We're waiting to find out what's going on with our apartment recertification so we don't know if we're going to stay here or not, and then once we know that we can see if there's even a way yo get the piano delivered to our apartment since we're on a second floor. I'm hoping I can get a smaller unit for a month or two that is cheaper than the unit we currently have that I can pay for on my own while we deal with our HOA and find out what we need to do to move it as soon as I have a lease. So there's that as well.
I had to overdraw my account to pay my daughter's phone bill so she could get in touch with her doctors, so if I can get $55 to cover that ASAP that would be a huge help.
So yeah. I need some major help but anything,, even a tiny amount, would be a huge help.
The entire storm lasted about five minutes. Funnily enough my strawberry pots are contentedly hanging where I left them, no sign anything happened aside from their bird netting being a little disheveled.
No telling when we’ll get power back, it keeps getting pushed back… luckily I have a lot of rice and ramen and stuff in the pantry and I’m going on a quest for ice to try to save what’s in the freezer. (Fridge food is shot of course. Why does this always happen a day or two after I do the shopping?)
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The entire storm lasted about five minutes. Funnily enough my strawberry pots are contentedly hanging where I left them, no sign anything happened aside from their bird netting being a little disheveled.
No telling when we’ll get power back, it keeps getting pushed back… luckily I have a lot of rice and ramen and stuff in the pantry and I’m going on a quest for ice to try to save what’s in the freezer. (Fridge food is shot of course. Why does this always happen a day or two after I do the shopping?)
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Happy disability pride month! Me and my wife are both trans disabled women and could use some help with disability aids, medicine and bills. Please help us if you can, if it helps you'd also be helping another disabled person by helping us with bills. Also we're the moms of @rickybabyboy
$158/$500 raised
Edit: I got bad news about my appointment for getting better/cheaper pain meds regarding the fees, it will be another $300, please help me if you can
Made this post about 15 minutes after the repair guy who fixed the pump on my dishwasher packed up his tools and left, as the dishwasher was whirring along doing my dishes from that morning.
He said the exact same thing, which I did not know before that, so spreading this knowledge.
For those of you who aren't familiar, I live in an exceptionally flammable part of the United States, and despite the fact that every goddamn year multiple parts of my state catch fire, destroy homes and kill people, the local assholes insist on getting drunk and setting fire to a bunch of illegal explosives anyway.
In 2023, God granted me a Miracle that prevented my house from burning down.
Last year, I had to resort to Psychological and Chemical Warfare to keep the patriotic arsonists at bay.
This year is apparently An Important Birthday for the clusterfuck we have the nerve to call a nation, so despite the fact there is so much smoke in the air that the sun has literally been blood red for the last week, the pyrotechnic fetishists are out in force.
Last year, I hit upon the concept that if my neighbors were going to act like problem animals, it would make sense to use the management techniques on them that you might use on say, a Bear that was doing serious property damage. Thusly, I created The Stench, a nontoxic but FOUL smelling concoction that I could discretely spray around the flammable gatherings and render the area extremely uncomfortable to occupy for the rest of the night, forcing them to give up or move on.
If this seems harsh:
There is no story from 2024 because a grass fire was started by fireworks less than 12 miles from me and the high winds put me in the evacuation zone in under an hour.
Over fifty people lost their homes.
Errant fireworks burning my house down is a very real possibility, and I pay the price in anxiety and insurance premiums.
The Stench is noxious but harmless, and also very effective at building a buffer zone around my home. But sneaking up to parties on foot in this heat is both exhausting and nerve-wracking. There have to be more effective ways to do this
-And there is!
It involves Weeds and Business Cards :)
All of this spring, I've been battling Bindweed and my City Code Enforcement Officers.
The city code people have been professional, but the truth is that one of my neighbors is calling them on use because one of my housemates is transgender. It's extremely grating to get these notices, having to explain repeatedly that I *AM* working on the weed situation, I just have a heart condition and No Money. It's also deeply paranoia-inducing to know that the city is regularly coming by and photographing my house.
The Solution to the Bindweed is 1 gallon of high-concentration vinegar, half a cup of Borax, a quarter cup of salt, and a couple tablespoons of dish soap. Get one of those weed sprayers from a hardware store and mix it up in there. Spray it on your thistles, bindweed, kudzu, garlic mustard or whatever your local herbaceous invasive is on a day with bright sunlight, and in a few hours the entire part of the plant above the soil is Deceased. It's non-toxic to insects, pets and wildlife (just wait a few months before trying to plant anything in the area for the traces to wash out).
The only real downside to this stuff is that it smells HEINOUS.
Sure, The Stench is nauseating, but WeedFucker 5000 is genuinely painful to inhale. Again, it wont hurt people- even my asthmatic housemates can use the stuff- but boy howdy it sure smells toxic. I've got the ingredients for about 40 gallons of WeedFucker 5000 prepared and ready to go.
I've also got a disposable hazmat suit, rubber boots and gloves, respirator, goggles and a shitty little golf cart from the free section of craigslist to haul my shit around in.
I also have Business Cards!
See, the very nice officers from the City Code department left some Very Nice business cards so that I may contact them about "the fucking bindweed is gone, get off my back".
So I scanned the business card into my computer, fired up Clip Studio, and made my own business cards. I've turned my City's Abstract Triangle Logo into an Eye of Providence and the slogan of "E Pluribus Unum" to "E Plurbis Anus", Changed my city's name to a dumb pun, and stated the card originates from "The Department Of Public Nuisances".
Crucially, where the name and contact information of the real city employee has been replaced with the name and business email of the neighbor who has been bragging on facebook about calling the city code department on my home because he hates my housemate :)
It looks, at a glance, very much like the business cards of city employees. If you look at it for like 5 seconds though, there's no way it could be mistaken for the real thing.
I've printed out 500 of these bad boys and will have them on hand as I, a put-upon employee, am forced to work overtime on a national holiday doing weed mitigation, because my boss can't manage deadlines for shit.
You're mad about it? I've been out here since 5 AM! But if we don't finish by the deadline we lose the contract and I could get fired. You know what the economy is.
Here, this is my Boss's Business card- how about you send him an email about how this has ruined your barbecue?
It's golden hour now, so I'm Suiting Up and preparing to embark on some civil service in the form of Noxious Weed Eradication, and by coincidence, Fire Mitigation.
I'll report back later Tonight🫡
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Well.
It's not quite an hour into July 5th.
I am very tired, may have destroyed my sense of smell, and am not sure if I'm proud of or VERY disappointed in my fellow citizens.
On one hand: FAR fewer fireworks parties this year!
- Only nine to last year's thirteen
- three of them had the good sense to be firing their recreational explosives out over the local reservoir
- That's far from foolproof
- and really bad for the fish
- also y'all are RIGHT NEXT to where the Bald Eagles are nesting
- but congratulations on at least attempting some risk mitigation!
On the other hand.
Absolutely NOBODY questioned why the hell I was out spraying weeds.
- In a Hazmat Suit (technically it's a coverall for painting rooms, which is much more breathable, but looks the part)
- In a Residential Area
- After Dark
- On a Federal Holiday
Like I'm glad I didn't get into a fight or something, but like.
I was Ready.
I had that conversation locked and loaded.
I MADE BUSINESS CARDS.
...But instead of Very Reasonably asking What The Fuck I Was Doing, the crowds at these parties saw me (5'0" flat, potato-shaped, sweating profusely) trundling up on the slowest and least-intimidating motor vehicle in the county*, hanging a bit out the side to spray thistles and bindweed on the streets and sidewalks**, and instead of raising a rival stink, I was instead greeted by some derisive muttering and a couple of "OH COME ON!"s, but the groups dispersed and retreated indoors or at least away from the general direction of my home.
*Like genuinely, I think Barbie's Dream Car has more horsepower than this golf cart. This thing doesn't have horsepower. It doesn't even have ponypower. It's running on duckpower. It waddles, something I didn't know a wheeled vehicle could do.
**Actually completely legal and a welcome community service in my city. Thank you Neighbor Barbara for telling me the exact part of city code that details what civilians are allowed to do about weeds on public roads, which is apparently "LOTS". Theoretically I could bill the city for my time tonight.
Do people not know how to Make A Scene anymore?
I was absolutely sure I was going to get filmed and shit thrown at me, or someone would call the cops. My beloved was terrified I was going to get shot. I at least had ONE woman shout "YOU'RE RUINING EVERYTHING!" at me, which isn't quite as good as being told I'm ruining Christmas, but she said it with a genuinely heartwarming anguish while gesturing to a homemade "HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMERICA!!" banner, with an attempt at rendering The Evil Orange that as so enthusiastically yet talentlessly executed I almost stopped to get a picture of it. He looked like he'd been put in a wafflemaker.
I promised my beloved that I would turn around and come home at midnight, and I did, having eliminated every fireworks party and Scottish thistle in a five-block radius despite the lackadaisical maximum speed of my Steel Steed.
The complete lack of protest is honestly shocking to me. My flabbers are completely gasted. I waddled home on the golf cart in a sort of stunned silence that this HAS worked so well. The whole world is almost eerily quiet, and reeking of vinegar.
...Which is maybe why I didn't notice the cop pulling up beside me at a red light until he rolled down his window and leaned out at me.
"WHAT'RE YOU DOIN'?" He asked, in a voice that could be used as a foghorn in emergencies.
I probably would have jumped were I not currently melting into a semblance of the Chernobyl Elephant's Foot in the heat, which was the first thing that saved me.
The second was the voice of my Grandfather, coming to my aid through decades of generational memory, to tell me his words of wisdom, usually spoken right before doing something wildly inadvisable:
The Age Of Miracles Is Not Yet Over.
"Weed Mitigation!" I called back.
"CHRIST ON A BIKE, THEY GOT YOU GUYS WORKING THE HOLIDAY TOO?" He said, in the same fontissimo as before. Apparently Officer Foghorn just talks like this.
"Yep." I nodded.
"SHIT." He blared in solidarity. "WHEN DO YOU GET OFF?"
"Just finished."
"MOTHERFUCKER. THEY GOT ME OUT HERE UNTIL GODDAMN 5 AM." Officer Foghorn whined in THX.
"Shit." I commiserated.
The light turned green.
"ALRIGHT YOU GET HOME SAFE! GOD BLESS!" He waved, and drove off at something significantly above the speed limit, and I trundled on home.
I must have still looked shocked when I came in, because My Beloved immediately got up to hug me and ask if I was alright.
"The Age Of Miracles Is Not Yet Over." I nodded slowly as the animals all battered me about the legs for attention. "...For real though, absolutely nothing happened."
"What?" he squints, wobbling slightly as Charlie tries to shove him aside for better access to me. "That's... Is it weird to say I'm almost disappointed?"
"I mean, I confirmed that I inherited my Grandfather's supernatural ability to get out of trouble for no good reason, but we knew that from the code enforcement people." I shrugged. Selene finally noticed the smell of vinegar and retched in disapproval.
"How about a shower and some Ice cream?" My Beloved suggests.
So now it is July the 5th.
- My house is not ablaze
- There are four medium-sized carnivores sleeping on me
- I am freshly bathed
- and I have a pint of Americone Dream all to myself
Here's to you, your health and your happiness, and a reminder to go make good trouble. Goodnight all.
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