What a week…

and it’s not even over yet or even halfway over – ack :p.  Ever feel like you want to go to bed and hibernate for a while…that’s how I’ve been feeling lately.  Let’s just say, it’s been a rough, stressful past few days for me.  Who knew so much could happen and change in so little time.

Okay, so starting with Monday, which was yesterday, was it really just yesterday?  It seems like it’s been longer since it was Monday.  Anyway, I got up Monday and got ready to go up to the college with my Dad to see if we could talk to the dumb housing people.  We got to the college in the afternoon and then tried to find the person we needed to talk to and went to a couple offices before we found the right one.

Then when we found the right one, we tried to talk to them about it and they told me I’d have to do an “appeal process” and that the fastest they’d get it taken care of was a week from now – ack :p.  We tried to talk to this girl to see if there was someone we could talk to or some way we could speed the process up and she said we had to fill out this appeal paperwork crap and then we could call the lady who would get the paperwork and see if we could speed things up with her.  So, we were like okay, fine cause I was like well, maybe if we submit this paper and can talk to this lady we’ll be able to figure something out sooner.  At least I was hoping that talking to the lady would be more helpful than our conversation with this dumb girl was, ya know.

So, she gave us the appeal paper and a clipboard and we sat down to fill it out.  Then there we were, my Dad and I, discussing and filling out this appeal paper, when this man walks by us. 

This man stops by us and says, “oh, looks like you’re in the appeal process”  and we said, “yeah, we are” and then he said, “well, is there anything I could maybe help you with here?”  Then my Dad took over and told him ya know it would be great if you could help us because here’s what has happened and summed it up for this guy.  Then this man asked us a couple questions and then asked us to go back to a conference room with him so we could discuss the situation in private a little more, if we’d like too.

So, we went to this conference room and discussed the situation and options with this guy.  Then after we talked about it for a while, he told us he’d do some more checking on a few things we’d discussed while we did some checking on things from our end and then get back to us.  He told us he’d do what he could so we could try to work something out and have something figured out so I can move in by the weekend at the latest considering the time frame we’re working with here and all.  He asked us for the appeal paperwork we’d been doing and I told him I wasn’t done and needed to turn it back in to this other person when he told us that since he knew us and the situation, he’d be personally handling our appeal and situation himself.  So, we thanked him and talked a bit more and then as we were leaving, we shook hands and mentioned our names.

Well, that’s when we were like WOW because he introduced himself as THE BOSS as in he is THE director of the housing there that we were dealing with in trying to resolve this situation.  He is the one who gives all the final word on every decision and every situation with housing there.  So, we were feeling very lucky and blessed that he stopped and talked to us and that he would be the one working with us on seeing what we can do to fix this situation.

I mean, seriously, what are the odds, that I would be up there with my Dad filling out paperwork to try to figure this situation out and that out of all the people there, The Director, himself, would happen to walk by and stop to talk to us about our situation.  Plus he’s already called and talked to us this morning (Tuesday morning) about some checking into things he’s done so we know he’s serious about doing what he can to help us out here.

So, after we finished talking with the director, we left and went to go look at some apartments we had listings for to see what kind of places there are to choose from, if I don’t stay in the housing.  We only checked a few places, but one place looked alright from the outside, but the apartment office was closed so we couldn’t check the inside.  Then we drove by two other places and one was freakin scary looking and the other had a bunch of kind of scary, weird looking people hanging around it and it was kind of too far from campus.  Then the other one we were going to check we didn’t because we decided it was even too much farther from campus than the other place we’d seen.

Oh and then when we drove by that last place, I was turning my car around and thought I was going to drive on this little cement bridge into a driveway over a bridge so I’d be fine, but something happened and I hit the curb/gutter area instead and got a flat tire – what fun, I know :p.  So, then my Dad got out and helped guide me back on to the road and pull to the side so he could take the flat tire off, put the spare on and we could go find a tire place. 

After my Dad got the flat tire off and the spare tire on, we drove a little ways and luckily found a tire place that was open because it was almost 7 pm by this time.  Then we had them look at the flat tire and ended up getting two new tires because we found out that the two front tires were almost completely worn and needed to be replaced.  My tires wouldn’t have lasted through the winter if I hadn’t ended up with the flat tire and having to replace it.

While they were taking care of my car and putting the new tires on and so forth, we walked around that area and went to eat dinner at a nearby place.  We talked some more about things while we ate and then headed back to pick up my car about a half and hour later and when we came back to pick it up, they were just finishing it up so we timed our return just great.  We also ended up getting a pretty good deal on the tires and all so that made us happy.

After we left the tire place, we checked some things on the car to make sure everything was back in place and all done.  I got re-situated with readjusting my seat and stuff too and then we were going to see if we could check out some other places before we headed back home, but by that time it was around 8:30 pm so we decided we’d better head home.

We started out to head back home and my Dad asked if I wanted to stop and get a treat or something like that to eat on the way home or what not so we did.  We stopped before we left town and talked some more while I had a rootbeer float and he had a hot caramel sundae.  Then after we finished our desserts, we got in the car and headed back home.

So, we didn’t end up heading back home until about 9 pm Monday night and then we talked a lot on the way home and joked around and talked about all the good that had come out of our day.  It was a pretty good day despite the flat tire mess and all that we ended up dealing with up there. 

We ended up getting back home at about 11 pm Monday night and then relayed the story of our day to my mom before we went to bed.  Did I mention yet how I was extremely glad that I took my Dad with me when I went up there on Monday.  I don’t know what would have happened without him there to help me out with everything that happened.  We planned on getting up today (Tuesday) and leaving earlier then we had on Monday to take care of things and look at some more apartments back up there again.

Well, then some more fun happened :p.  I went and ate a snack and relaxed before I went to head to bed last night and I was feeling fine.  I was planning about getting to bed so I could get up and we could get more stuff done on Tuesday.

When I went to bed later on, I was sitting in bed for a minute thinking before I was going to lay down and go to sleep when BAM it hit me.  My stomach started to feel icky and I knew something wasn’t right or good with me.  Then I went into the bathroom and ended up being in there going from feeling not too good to feeling like I was going to die in about 1 1/2 to 2 hours in the middle of the night, when I wanted to be sleeping, of course.

After being in the bathroom being sick for so long, I thought I was okay to go to bed so I came out and went back into bed.  I sat in bed for a minute to see if I was really okay to go to bed or not when BAM another wave of being sick hit and then I was in the bathroom again.  So, I ended up spending most of the night last night in the bathroom being sick and feeling like I was going to die.  It was bad and I had some majorly painful stomach cramps.  I couldn’t figure out what was wrong with me and I still haven’t, I guess it was just one of those things, those “lovely” things you “love” to have or as I like to call them “necessary evils” :p.

Then I finally went into bed to try to sleep and hope to feel better later around 6 am Tuesday morning.  Well, this directory guy called to talk to me at 8:30 in the morning, so I didn’t sleep much before I was woken up again because this guy called.  So, I talked to him for a minute and he told me he’d checked a few things and hadn’t had any of them pan out yet and that he thought I would really like my roommate because his staff member he’d talked to about the situation had said she was such a great person so that means I should love her and we should be bosom friends :p – blah.  I mean sure she may just be a nice person and all, but that doesn’t mean we’re gonna be great lifelong friends and la de da.  I was irritated by him if you couldn’t tell because he woke me up at 8:30 am and I wasn’t feeling well and then he was trying to talk me into meeting my roommate like meeting her will magically make it all better how they screwed me over and all. 

I told him I still wasn’t sure I wanted to meet this roommate just yet and I still wanted him to check some of these other options.  I also told him I was still checking some things out on my end too and I thanked him too, but said I still would prefer not to have a roommate so I’d appreciate it if you could check these other options out you mentioned.  So, he said, he’d do some more checking, while I did some checking and then we could talk and maybe get together to figure things out in the next 2 or 3 days here.  I said yeah and he said just keep thinking about maybe meeting this roommate and seeing what you think though and I was like fine, thank you, talk to you later bye.  Then I got off the phone and talked with my parents about it for a few minutes and told them how I wasn’t feeling good and how my night had been.

So, my parents left me to try to sleep a little more and see if I could feel better.  Well about a half and hour after the phone call, I was up and in the bathroom again.  This time was a lot worse and I ended up being in the bathroom for like two hours or so this morning being way sick and feeling a lot more like I was going to die then I had the night before when I’d been sick in the bathroom.  I haven’t felt that sick and that much like I was going to die in a long time. 

After I came out of the bathroom, I collapsed back in bed and passed out for a few hours before my Dad woke me up to see how I was doing or if I needed anything.  Then I passed out again until my mom came and talked to me and it went like that most of the day – me being passed out asleep unless my mom or dad was checking on me or I was trying to eat some crackers and drink some Sprite to help me feel better.

I didn’t end up coming out of my room and really getting up moving around until around 8:30 or 9 pm tonight (Tuesday night).  So, I’ve only been up, moving around and eating a little here and there feeling a little bit better for a while now. 

I was completely out of it for most of the day today though and felt like I was going to die.  Anyway, now I need to hurry cause I need to try to eat a little more and then go back to bed again.  I have to try to get up early tomorrow to go back up and check out some more apartments and things with my Dad again since we didn’t get up there today.

So, that’s been my week so far…I hope everyone else has been having as much ‘fun’ as I have :p.  I hope this week isn’t going to keep being so much ‘fun’.  I don’t know if I can handle this much ‘fun’ and all the rest of this week – ack :p.

6 comments on “What a week…

  1. My sentiments exactly and I wondered if I got sick because of stress too.

    Well, even if it wasn’t cause of stress, the stress surely didn’t help me out with being sick yesterday.

  2. You might be sick because there’s so much stress going on with you right now. I know I get sick feeling when things are getting turned upside down in my life. As IF he told you that you should try meeting your roommate. What an ass. I guess it all didn’t turn out that great after all. Well, I hope you find a place off campus for sure now. You don’t want to give that school any more money than you have to after getting screwed over by them. Friggin communists. >:p

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