T2 Trucker
New member
Wow, where to start ....
So much on my mind. I suppose it's best to put it all in chronological order, trust me, this certainly isn't in being done in 'matter of importance' - not even close.
The 'fight', well it really wasn't a fight per se, it was me collecting an old debt from someone who hid from me for the last 12 years. I was stone sober at the time when an old 'friend' who owed me 200.00 plopped down at the bar and ordered a drink and paid with a hundred dollar bill, I casually got up, went to the end of the bar took the 98.00 in change and told him this was just the 'interest' and demanded 200.00 more dollars right then and there - well you can imagine that didn't go over very well.
I'm really a peaceful person but certain situations can turn me on a dime, as in this case. When he said he was gonna 'kill me' I just knocked him off the bar stool with double open handed chest pump, no punches thrown. Being in tight with the owner though he was surprised by my demeanor, he restored immediate order and told him to leave and not come back until he paid up because he never really liked this guy anyway so he pulled out a trump card for my benefit as well.
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My daughter's birthday: My ex had a party for her and it was my daughter's desire for me to attend. I was apprehensive about a co-joined atmosphere but last October, for the first time in 7 years, I did attend a benefit dinner for a common friend on my ex and and myself and things went well so I decided to give my daughter a few hours on my uncomfortableness for her party.
I can't say I had a splendid time but it meant the world to her so I got through it. She did all she could do to make me feel well received but in all actuality I wasn't. Sometimes you have to 'take one for the team' and I did.
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My visit at college yesterday: 2 minutes into the tour, I knew this was the place for me. I was pretty happy knowing that the next 18 months with have a definitive direction and purpose in my life.
It's a very unique school designed for rehabilitative people with everything well thought out. Dietary support is limitless, access to gym equipment is there for those who wish to use it and physical therapy if I wish to enroll. I will even have an opportunity to learn sign language in an evening class which I feel compelled to learn - not sure why, I just do.
I'm sure I'll get into more about the school as it develops as for right now, I have a mountain of paperwork to get done and jump through the bureaucratic hoops to get started in a little over 60 days.
Feeling completely happy about everything, Sherri and I stopped at a steakhouse and enjoyed a nice dinner and discussed what we both just took in at the school. As always, she was very supportive and completely encouraged me to do this. We both agreed there wasn't much of a downside in any given direction. One would think this was the perfect ending to a perfect day, then....
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I'm sitting at home last night browsing on the WWW for information about my financial aid stuff when my phone rings. It was one of my family members. They opened up with "We've been trying to call you all day" - I hate those openings
"Did Mom get a hold of you yet ??", I said 'no'. "This isn't good news, our *sibling* was diagnosed with Lymphoma"
*dead silence*
For a split second, I had to recall the term, of course the 'oma' part jumped out at me and I had to gather up what we were dealing with here. My heart sank, my lungs deflated, I sat motionless.
I finally said I have to call *sibling* and hung up.
I talked to *sibling* and got all the 411 on what the scoop was. Short version, *sibling* told me all I needed to know and at the present time things are going to be happening at lightspeed - obviously time is of the essence here. In fact *sibling is enroute as I type for a sit down with specialist to evaluate treatment.
Two things here: I can't really type more about it because I don't have much in the way of educated knowledge to share and it's also an upsetting time for me. I guess I have to just sit here and wait like the rest of the family and pray for good news in a not-so-good situation. This started with 2 little lesions last December and as of yesterday the present count is at 40.
I'm really trailing off here in thought how to close out my ramblings so I'm just gonna quit typing...
I just don't have anything else to say right now.
So much on my mind. I suppose it's best to put it all in chronological order, trust me, this certainly isn't in being done in 'matter of importance' - not even close.
The 'fight', well it really wasn't a fight per se, it was me collecting an old debt from someone who hid from me for the last 12 years. I was stone sober at the time when an old 'friend' who owed me 200.00 plopped down at the bar and ordered a drink and paid with a hundred dollar bill, I casually got up, went to the end of the bar took the 98.00 in change and told him this was just the 'interest' and demanded 200.00 more dollars right then and there - well you can imagine that didn't go over very well.
I'm really a peaceful person but certain situations can turn me on a dime, as in this case. When he said he was gonna 'kill me' I just knocked him off the bar stool with double open handed chest pump, no punches thrown. Being in tight with the owner though he was surprised by my demeanor, he restored immediate order and told him to leave and not come back until he paid up because he never really liked this guy anyway so he pulled out a trump card for my benefit as well.
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My daughter's birthday: My ex had a party for her and it was my daughter's desire for me to attend. I was apprehensive about a co-joined atmosphere but last October, for the first time in 7 years, I did attend a benefit dinner for a common friend on my ex and and myself and things went well so I decided to give my daughter a few hours on my uncomfortableness for her party.
I can't say I had a splendid time but it meant the world to her so I got through it. She did all she could do to make me feel well received but in all actuality I wasn't. Sometimes you have to 'take one for the team' and I did.
*******************************
My visit at college yesterday: 2 minutes into the tour, I knew this was the place for me. I was pretty happy knowing that the next 18 months with have a definitive direction and purpose in my life.
It's a very unique school designed for rehabilitative people with everything well thought out. Dietary support is limitless, access to gym equipment is there for those who wish to use it and physical therapy if I wish to enroll. I will even have an opportunity to learn sign language in an evening class which I feel compelled to learn - not sure why, I just do.
I'm sure I'll get into more about the school as it develops as for right now, I have a mountain of paperwork to get done and jump through the bureaucratic hoops to get started in a little over 60 days.
Feeling completely happy about everything, Sherri and I stopped at a steakhouse and enjoyed a nice dinner and discussed what we both just took in at the school. As always, she was very supportive and completely encouraged me to do this. We both agreed there wasn't much of a downside in any given direction. One would think this was the perfect ending to a perfect day, then....
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I'm sitting at home last night browsing on the WWW for information about my financial aid stuff when my phone rings. It was one of my family members. They opened up with "We've been trying to call you all day" - I hate those openings
"Did Mom get a hold of you yet ??", I said 'no'. "This isn't good news, our *sibling* was diagnosed with Lymphoma"*dead silence*
For a split second, I had to recall the term, of course the 'oma' part jumped out at me and I had to gather up what we were dealing with here. My heart sank, my lungs deflated, I sat motionless.
I finally said I have to call *sibling* and hung up.
I talked to *sibling* and got all the 411 on what the scoop was. Short version, *sibling* told me all I needed to know and at the present time things are going to be happening at lightspeed - obviously time is of the essence here. In fact *sibling is enroute as I type for a sit down with specialist to evaluate treatment.
Two things here: I can't really type more about it because I don't have much in the way of educated knowledge to share and it's also an upsetting time for me. I guess I have to just sit here and wait like the rest of the family and pray for good news in a not-so-good situation. This started with 2 little lesions last December and as of yesterday the present count is at 40.
I'm really trailing off here in thought how to close out my ramblings so I'm just gonna quit typing...
I just don't have anything else to say right now.
