Ugh, what a night. I’ve been coping with uncontrollable “geri” all night. It’s 1am as I write this and I have had a very eventful night.
I stopped taking my ulcer medication yesterday morning because it was giving me the runs. But the runs actually kept running and haven’t stopped since despite me taking quite a lot of Seirogan and Imodium for it. :( Now I have my ulcer making it’s horrible acid and burning my throat again plus a horrible dose of the runs which sees me running to the toilet like every 5 minutes.
I called my doctor today to try to get an appointment but he is booked up until next Tuesday. Not happy Jan.
So, tomorrow, if this keeps on, I will maybe have to go to the hospital to see if I can get some relief.
Tonight we had to pop down the shop (about 10kms away) for a few things for dinner. The ride there was uneventful but when we finished shopping and got in the car, the car wouldn’t start.
Yasu asked me to sit in the drivers seat and start the car and put my foot on the accelerator, but I had no idea what I was doing and he expected me to understand, and I didn’t, so he just gave up and told me to get out. Thankfully he didn’t get angry. But I was pissed at the car and the mechanic as we only just paid $300+ to get the fuel injectors fixed, which is what he said was the problem. Well, I’m pretty sure it’s not that because it’s still doing the same thing.
Jeez. So anyway, the car wouldn’t start, and it was only 3 degrees and we had to sit in the car for half an hour waiting. All that time I had stomach cramps and was trying to hold back the runs. I was seriously panicking because Yasu said we should just walk home – in the freezing cold – and there would be nowhere to stop to go to the toilet! It’s just suburbia.
Anyway, half an hour later Yasu tried to start the car again and it fired up, and he didn’t waste time pulling out of the carpark. We jerked all the way home, such is the mechanical problem with the car, so you can imagine my guts during that time sloshing about…by the time we got home I had to just dash to the loo and stay there for about half an hour. Ugh! Damn that car! And damn the stupid mechanic, who now is saying that we need a new gearbox, some $500 or so.
When it doesn’t rain it pours right? I’m just wondering how long til the car actually bites the dust all together. It’s 10 years old now. I guess it won’t last forever. It’s been a good car but I can’t help feeling a sense of dread about it all, that we might have to fork over some $ for a new car around the bend. At least for now Yasu has his company car to get to work and back so there is no problem with getting around, but amen for that.
On days like this, going travelling just seems further and further away. I guess it’s the ups and downs of life… :) Gotta keep truckin’ though.