This is why out sourcing call centers is such a bad idea. "I got other patients in the world," she said.
I am very glad you are okay.
I do got problems, 99 of um. I got 99 problems but a coil ain't one.
EVEN as it happened though I was like "Well, it made it this far, it's probably FINE."
My issues are nothing like not being able to BREATHE and I sincerely hope Steel fixies it for you ASAP even if he has to go on a little trip and do some BITING.
Anna
Thank you, Anna.
I don't mean to say my problem is special. It's not a contest and I hope I didn't come across that way. My Aunt says everybody's problem is still a problem for them. Sometimes a little perspective goes a long way. I'm a, "glass is half full" kind of guy. I mean, look, I'm 52. I made it to 52! I can still walk! Sure I have to drag a damn tube around the house and when I leave I have to drag these damn tanks but I can walk. I'm not in a wheel chair. There are children with cancer that will never live to see 12... I have a kick ... stereo and can rock until my ears bleed. I live in a 1875 house on 4 lots that is 304 sq. ft. shy of a mansion.
Btw, cost to clean up bat feces in attic is estimated at $1583.08. The guy said the amount of feces (we can still easily walk around up there, it's everywhere but not completely covered) is actually not that bad. The majority of the cost comes from replacing the insulation.
Back in the day, I used to point out to my grandmother how others were worse off than her and she would get so mad and bark at me, "Don't tell me someone is worse off than me, THAT doesn't me feel any better!" Lol
Talked to O2 service manager today. He said they would order a brand new one and have it to me possibly by Tuesday. He said the one I had was still under warranty and would have to go back to the manufacturer. He was concerned I could make until then. I told him I would just have to take my time, stop and breathe. If I have to exert, I have tanks I haven't used yet.
Steel - get this. When Jackie goes to work, if I'm sleeping, she puts Steel in his crate in case someone stops by and rings the doorbell I don't have to deal with trying to get him in his crate before answering the door. Actually, I just wouldn't answer the door. Now I can. We live in a town where people don't call first even though everyone has a damn cell phone. Back in the day, that's why I got one in the first so I wouldn't have to stop at a pay phone to call first if I was out and about and decided to go visit someone.
Anyway, Jackie and Steel were upstairs when she put her work clothes on. That dog knew she was going to work by her clothes and when she came down the stairs, Steel went in his crate ahead of her and laid down. We couldn't believe it!
When I pray tonight, I'm going to ask the Lord if Steel (and Bubba) can be with me in Heaven.