Not stolen, but..

My car was impounded.  It actually makes me more angry than if it were stolen.  I know this has nothing to do with medical stuff or pin up stuff, but I still have to vent.

I have been parking my car on the streets of Oklahoma City for the past year with no problem because of my handicapped tag.  I don't have to pay for metered spots because handicapped people park for free.  But while I was being cut open in Iowa, they decided to enforce a rule that stated that you can park for free, but only for two hours at a time.  This means that I would have to move my car every two hours to park on the street.  No my apartment doesn't offer parking.  

Again, I had kidney failure.  Getting to my car every two hours is not an option, and the nearest parking garage is four blocks away.  The whole point of having a handicapped tag is that I need it to park close to my home.  Four blocks is not possible on some days for me.  I need easy access to my home.  

So we paid 420 dollars to get my car out of the impound and had four parking tickets to pay as well.   I am not sure who to talk to about this.  There must be someone who can help me.  

In other news, Matthew and I are selling our house in Norman.  We love living in the city and upkeep on the house has been difficult with all the health stuff.  The good news is we have someone already interested after being on the market for two weeks.  The bad news is we discovered we have termites in our garage and we have to treat those too.  The estimate was $800.  I just feel like this week has started out pretty poorly. 

I would say it can only go up from here, but tomorrow I am having a doctor yank a tube out of my urethra so.....

I try to never say that things couldn't be worse.  Things can ALWAYS be worse.  If there is anything anyone has taken from this blog at all, I would wish it to be that.  No matter how sucky your week has been, or what trauma you might have suffered big or small, it really and truly could be so much worse.  And you never know, someone really close to you who looks strong and put together could be falling apart on the inside.  I wear a mask all the time.  I call it my "What disease?" mask.  It is very important to me to wear it.  No one wants to hang around a downer.  And if I dwell on all the things wrong with me it would only make me feel worse. 

So tomorrow I am having a brief procedure that I am petrified to experience.  I don't know exactly how it will go, but I know i will survive, and I know I will get to see Matthew soon after.  And my car is safe.  And the termites can be treated.  And I am going to be healthy again.  That sounds pretty damned lucky to me.  Forget lucky, it's a friggin' miracle compared to my life six months ago.  

So all in all, I think I am a pretty lucky girl.