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[seakittym]

 Life exploded.

Thursday the 5th I was really sick before bed, throwing up, etc, because I didn't eat enough with my post-cancer medication. It always causes horrific nausea if I don't eat enough with it. I woke up at 1030pm to throw up and then again at like 2am. By morning I was so exhausted, I said I wasn't going to work. Around 10 or 11am Friday morning, I felt better so I decided to go into the office. Yezad said he was glad because he wanted me to meet an old friend of his. At the end of the day, a coworker gave me an envelope with a note from Yezad to meet him at the coffee shop. Long story short, I did a little scavenger hunt type thing that led me to the lake where he then proposed to me. I said yes.

We had a huge party on Saturday to celebrate the end of the academic year. Yezad invited over all his teaching assistants and graders. It was fun, but too long. I told Yezad I wanted to get a banner that said PLEASE LEAVE BY 9 and he said that was tacky (so? they'd leave by 9) and that nobody would be there that late. By 11pm I was like OKAY I AM OLD PLEASE GET OUT OF MY HOUSE SO I CAN GO TO BED and they finally left. We definitely need a LEAVE BY 9 banner. I've been working on my wedding dress. Making it by hand, because I still had plenty of time to get it ready for our wedding on June 5th (Indian engagements are short AF).

So naturally our fucking house flooded lolololololololololololololllll and a septic tank from the 1950s that's not actually even supposed to be there backed up into the house and the house stinks of nearly century-old shit. It's awful. The landlord released us from our lease and said please leave immediately because the house has to be condemned and we have to bring it back up to code. So we found a new place and spent the rest of the week/weekend moving as much as we could. Yezad spent his last day in the US hooking up all the plumbing at the new apartment. The place is much smaller and the carpet is disgusting, but it's cheaper and we will be able to save more money to buy a place in the future. We were lucky to find a place so fast, for under $1k a month. Most of the places were $1400+. Yezad is very upset.

Monday, I worked until about 1pm and then drove Yezad to the STL airport. He's now in India. I was home by about 530pm Monday and spent until midnight packing our bedroom as much as I could. Tuesday (May 10th) after a doctors appointment to remove a cyst from my tear duct (that shit burns my dudes) I went to the new apartment and as soon as I walked in I could hear a hissing sound. There was a jet of water flying across the laundry area where a pipe had busted, so now our new place was flooded too — but hey at least it didn't smell like 70 year old feces! And fortunately, it doesn't appear to have leaked to the basement. It does smell musty in the carpet now though. Meh. Wednesday, the gas company was supposed to come and turn on the gas at the new place. They didn't, but David waited for them for 2 hours for me, because they said they would be there between 2-4pm. When I called to bitch they were like oh that's weird someone didn't show up sorry byyyye. Okay thanks. Spent Thursday and Friday packing like crazy. Saturday morning we went to pick up the uhaul. I did the online thing because it's easier — they're supposed to put the keys in a box outside so you don't have to go in and faff around with them. Check in on the app, get the keys out of the box, go start your truck and voila, done. I get to the box and follow the instructions on the app but there is no key. So I go inside and this literally 600lb man sitting behind the desk is "helping" other customers by just pointing things out and not actually doing anything. 30 minutes later, YES THIRTY MINUTES it's finally my turn in line and I tell him I was supposed to have keys ready and he was like "Oh I didn't put them out there, here you go." Okay so fuck my time I guess. Then I was like yo where is the truck? He can't be bothered to get up so he just kinda gestures in the direction of a truck and beckons the next person in line, promptly dismissing me. Look I've been morbidly obese but when you can't be bothered to get up and help people at your job, you have a problem. So I go try some trucks, until the one on the other side of the building nowhere near the one he pointed to, and got us to the house. David and I were supposed to have Brendan and Visharad to help us move but Visharad said his girlfriend's dog had a stroke so I was like oh no go take care of that. But I think Visharad forgot we're friends on instagram because he was posting pictures there for a super fun cool roadtrip he was taking. Brendan came but had been up all night the night before rewriting a paper because he has a sucky professor. Brendan took a nap for a while, and me and David did a ton of stuff on our own. When Brendan got up, we loaded lots more stuff, and then I broke my hand. Because of course I did. jk it wasn't that bad, but it did get crushed and swelled up and bruised, and the bruise is really awesome. It doesn't hurt anymore though and it only slowed me down for a couple hours. Meanwhile, Yezad's been having a rough time in India because his mother is in end-stage liver failure (cancer, bad blood transfusion November 1984). Apparently she has been refusing to take her medication so she ended up in the hospital. He's been at the hospital this entire week, and yesterday he signed DNR papers. The doctor told him at this point all we can do is make her comfortable. We're hopeful she can make it to June 5th because her last wish is to see Yezad get married. She was able to walk a little bit today but she's supposed to mainly be using a wheelchair. They gave a typical Indian response "log kya kahenge?" about her using a wheelchair and beside commode. We were all like WHO CARES WHAT PEOPLE THINK WHY IS IT BETTER TO BE PRACTICALLY DEAD. I cannot stand log kya kahenge and neither can Yezad. I'm glad we won't raise our kids that way. Anyway, today is Monday the 16th, and the house... there's still stuff that needs moved but it's maybe 3 carloads full, and then cleaning. Me and David will knock that out today. And of course I have not been able to touch my wedding gown at all. So that's another disaster. But it is what it is. All we can do is deal what is thrown at us as it's thrown at us. I leave for India on the 23rd, very early in the morning. My mom is coming too.

 

Comments

[tigtogiba34]

sitting here like... and then what happens

I mean you're already covered in shit that isn't yours
goodness gracious

Me being the awesome bitch I am would have commented #latergram??

Hoping his Momma holds out until then for y'all- I take it you are getting married IN INDIA?

It's not even an obese thing. I am tiny as fuck, but in chronic pain, I still got off my ass to help customers wincing the entire time. I would give me all to be working right now but my body will not let me. It will literally not stay awake long enough for even a part time job and I am too scared about driving there and home not fully coherent. Anyways this is where I turn my comment into a blog about me but totally commiserating at the same time.