Guess who called?!

Yep, the mother-in-law. What’s the gripe today? Well, she’s having problems with her truck and so and so says it should be covered under the lemon law and she should be given a new truck and oh my god and blah blah blah. I said you know what, been there, done that–it’s a load of shit–I had a new vehicle that had nothing but problems from day one and could not get my vehicle covered under the lemon law so good luck with that, yours had 5 times as many miles as mind did. If I couldn’t get anywhere when I had legitimate problems you’re sure not going to but go ahead.

As usual though, the instant you tell her something she doesn’t want to hear, she changes the subject.

I have a new plan where’s she’s concerned–I’m just not answering the phone any more. I can’t stand it!

I know, this isn’t new news……………..

Part of my job is to collect property taxes each year. Since I have been doing this, the law has stated tax payments needed to be POSTMARKED by January 31. This meant that it might be February 3 before you got them but that was about the last day you should expect them. This year, the law changed and now they are allowing people to MAIL their payments out as late as February 7 which I think is ridiculous but it’s not up to me.

This morning I had a call from this fucking bitch I have to deal with who is a property owner and she proceeded to go into this big dissertation that she saw an article in the paper that she didn’t have to mail her taxes out until February 7 and asked why she hadn’t been told that and on and on and on. She said she’d called the county and was told she didn’t have to mail it until then but she was going to (be generous in her opinion) mail it today.

Because I have had to deal with this bitch for several years, I know how she thinks. The only reason she called the county before calling me is because she needed or wanted someone to argue with today and she thought she was going to get a rise out of me or try to catch me telling her something different. What I gave her was a bucket of cold water on her head. I told her yes, I knew this back in November and that it didn’t matter to me when she mailed it.

HA! Fucking cow anyway.

By the way…..she has one of the lowest tax bills of those I collect. Figures doesn’t it.

I have been having a problem with my shoulder for a long time. When I fell on the ice a while ago, it only made my bad shoulder worse and fucked up my hand too. Since I fell, I have been to the doctor three times, physical therapy, and a chiropractor several times. I only went to the PT once, I didn’t see the point. She gave me a sheet of exercises. Why spend money to go there, I can follow the paper. The doctor had injected my shoulder with a steroid shot that did nothing and when I went back for the third time he offered to do it again because he didn’t realize he’d just done that. He did finally take x-rays and said he thought maybe I had a rotator cuff problem and a considerable amount of arthritis but never got back to me after that. I had to call and ask the nurse what the final result was and was told everything was fine. For the pain I am having with it, I can tell you it’s NOT fine grrrrrrr.

I finally decided I was done pissing around with the GP and made an appointment with an orthopedic doctor. I went to my appointment yesterday. I had sent through a medical release to have my records and x-rays transferred to the specialist and of course they didn’t get anything so I had to go through a series of x-rays again on both my shoulder and hand.

After 2 hours and first meeting with the physician’s assistant, I finally got to see the doctor. He said he’d looked at the x-rays and he didn’t see any indication of a rotator cuff problem in the shoulder or any indication of arthritis. He said that the hand problem is probably a sprain (probably?) and will get better. I said what about the shoulder? Guess what–his solution was to give me another steroid shot in the shoulder.

What a waste. I don’t hold out much hope of the shot helping a 2nd time seeing it didn’t do anything the first time.