Carmax sucks! I'm so fed up with them I'm dizzy from the anger and frustration. A single repair has literally taken a month to complete. At the beginning of October I had Henri in to their service center because coolant was leaking from the engine. At that time, I was told a head gasket needed to be replaced, however it couldn't be done at the Easton location; it would need to be done at the Sawmill location. I was also told that they would need to order the part in and they didn't have any openings until the following week and the Sawmill tech would call me to let me know when they would be ready for me to bring Henri in.
So I wait. And wait. And wait some more. Thursday of the following week comes and I have yet to hear from the Sawmill tech. So I call. He has no idea what I'm talking about. He claims nothing was sent to him about the repair, that he has no record of it at all. And this confuses me. This confuses me because before I left the Easton location I asked if I could just drop off the car on my way home so it was there and ready to go when the part came in and the Easton tech told me she called the Sawmill tech and that was when she was told no, they wouldn't be able to do the repair until the following week. So what gives? Why do they now have no idea what I'm talking about at Sawmill. Strike one.
So the Sawmill tech contacts the Easton tech and gets the information and orders the part, thus delaying the repair until the following Tuesday. So, last week I drop off Henri with the understanding that the repair would be a couple of days, but should be done by Friday. Wednesday comes. I get an update call from the Sawmill tech explaining that I do not need a new headgasket, instead I need a new water pump. He tells me the Easton tech misdiagnosed it but the claim was submitted for warranty approval and the part was ordered and hopefully the repair would be done by Monday. Strike two.
Today I get and update call that the repair was still in process and may be done b y Tuesday afternoon at the earliest. Strike three. I'm really pissed now. I had an appointment for a separate repair for tomorrow that I was forced to reschedule. I don't understand the lack of competency in the Carmax repair center. So I'm not stuck in my third week of not having a car. And I'm NOT happy. I've written a letter to Carmax corporate expressing my extreme disappointment and frustration with this experience. Hopefully their corporate can provide better customer service than their Easton and Sawmill locations have been able to provide.
Monday, October 24, 2011
Friday, March 25, 2011
Where I've been
Hello kittens! I've been away for quite awhile but I have a good excuse. I was gravely ill. Knocking on death's door. Literally. Now I know some of you know the exact story and most of you know a little bit, but I decided I wanted to set the record straight and tell the story.
It started the week before Christmas 2010 when I was feeling tired and run down and achy, kind of flu-like. I attributed it to a cold, took over the counter meds and went to work every day. Until Christmas day. I was sitting at my desk, struggling to get warm, and started throwing up. I told my supervisor and he was kind enough to let me go home. At home I continued throwing up, came down with a massive headache and still had issues with being warm enough. My mom asked if I wanted to go to the ER, I refused saying I would wait until morning and see how things were then.
Come morning I was convinced I had meningitis and wanted to go to the ER. After 6 hours in the ER I was sent home with a Z-pack and a diagnosis of a sinus infection and a bit of dehydration. So I came home with my medicine and a work note for two days and expected to return to work on Thursday.
We now come to Wednesday morning. I have diligently taken my meds and still feel awful. In fact, at this point I feel worse. I have a headache that refuses to go away(oh and the ER doc told me to take Motrin for that) and I'm still throwing up. I call my family doctor. They squeeze me in in the afternoon, confirm the ER doctor's earlier diagnosis and give me Avelox and a cough syrup and a note for work for the rest of the week.
Now we come to the weekend. I had spent most of this week in bed and on Sunday I felt so horrible I had to do something. Return trip to the ER. I was in terrible pain from the headache, and I remember crying on my Dad's shoulder while we were in the waiting area because it hurt so bad. Finally I was taken back, given some pain meds, and tests were done. Several hours later I was admitted. I remember being in my hospital room Sunday night and Monday although alot of it is foggy due to pain meds. Then the hospital suspected I had TB. So I was moved to a private room, then the decision was made to transfer me to OSU medical center because my local hospital knew that I was very sick, but they don't have the equipment or specialists to deal with something like TB.
I remember the ambulance service picking me up in Bellefontaine but after that I have no memory for about two weeks. So this next part is related from what I've been told happened. Upon arrival at OSU, I started throwing up again so I placed in an ICU unit. After I stabalized I was moved to another ICU unit because I still had the severe headache and couldn't keep anything down. I was finally diagnosed with Cryptococcyl Meningitis and Cryptococcyl Pneumonia. These are fungal infections. These usually come from bird droppings. I live on a farm and used to clean chicken eggs on a near daily basis, so I can only assume that one time I didn't wash my hands adequately and then touched my mouth or eyes or nose and that's how I got it. So lesson to be learned kittens, ALWAYS WASH YOUR HANDS!!!
Now the big problem we were having is the pressure in my head on my brain. It was getting dangerously high. So the doctors wanted to put a tube in my brain to drain off excess fluid and relieve some of the pressure on my brain. My parents were called for authorization since I was not lucid and on that Saturday I went into surgery. And this is where it gets bad kittens. My family was told the surgery would take about 45 minutes, so they went to the waiting area. After 45 minutes they headed back, only to find several more doctors there. A nurse told them it would be a few more minutes and directed them to a waiting area. Then a doctor and a pastor came to see my parents. I was going code blue. I had quit breathing and they were convinced I wasn't going to make it. Not to worry though kittens, I pulled through!! Now I was unconsious for most of the following week and don't remember anything until I woke up in restraints. Now I guess I needed them because I tried to take out my feeding tube and I kept trying to get up. I thought I had things to do!
So, I became more lucid and aware of what was going on and was then moved to a private room where I spent the next two weeks or so. The drain was effective in keeping the pressure off my brain, but I had to lay flat, I couldn't move, I had this tube sticking out of my head connected to a bag, I still couldn't keep anything down, I still had headaches, and I was exhausted. I slept ALOT. So the decision was made to try to ween me off the drain and I could hopefully be released. If not, I would go in for another surgery to put a shunt in my brain, running from my brain to my stomach to relieve the pressure. So we tried shutting my drain off. It was not a good thing. I spent a day and a half with massive migraine pain and proved that I couldn't be off the drain without severe consequences. So we did surgery. They went in and put a shunt in my brain, then ran a tube down to my stomach area where the fluid can be absorbed and I can pee it out. After the surgery, It was like a brand new day. My headache pain was gone, all I had was a bit of incision pain from the three incisions they did to put in the shunt, and I was extremely tired, but I felt much better.
So on my birthday; January 29; I was released from the hospital. I had spent almost a month there, a couple of weeks I had no memory of, it was my 32nd birthday but I was going home. Now mind you, I walked about like a newborn giraffe and had to have help the whole way from the garage to the couch where I passed out for about 5 hours. I spent two days on the couch, then moved upstairs to my bed where I stayed for about 4 days. I slept ALOT. I still sleep ALOT.
Since my release from the hospital, I've been steadily improving although there have been a few setbacks. I had some dehydration issues and I still don't eat very well, but I'm walking better than I was. I do get bored sometimes during this recovery but all in all it's ok. I can't drive myself anywhere yet and my doctor has told me I won't be able to return to work until next year so I make do with cooking shows and magazines and books. I can say I'm grateful just to be alive, no matter how bored I get.
It started the week before Christmas 2010 when I was feeling tired and run down and achy, kind of flu-like. I attributed it to a cold, took over the counter meds and went to work every day. Until Christmas day. I was sitting at my desk, struggling to get warm, and started throwing up. I told my supervisor and he was kind enough to let me go home. At home I continued throwing up, came down with a massive headache and still had issues with being warm enough. My mom asked if I wanted to go to the ER, I refused saying I would wait until morning and see how things were then.
Come morning I was convinced I had meningitis and wanted to go to the ER. After 6 hours in the ER I was sent home with a Z-pack and a diagnosis of a sinus infection and a bit of dehydration. So I came home with my medicine and a work note for two days and expected to return to work on Thursday.
We now come to Wednesday morning. I have diligently taken my meds and still feel awful. In fact, at this point I feel worse. I have a headache that refuses to go away(oh and the ER doc told me to take Motrin for that) and I'm still throwing up. I call my family doctor. They squeeze me in in the afternoon, confirm the ER doctor's earlier diagnosis and give me Avelox and a cough syrup and a note for work for the rest of the week.
Now we come to the weekend. I had spent most of this week in bed and on Sunday I felt so horrible I had to do something. Return trip to the ER. I was in terrible pain from the headache, and I remember crying on my Dad's shoulder while we were in the waiting area because it hurt so bad. Finally I was taken back, given some pain meds, and tests were done. Several hours later I was admitted. I remember being in my hospital room Sunday night and Monday although alot of it is foggy due to pain meds. Then the hospital suspected I had TB. So I was moved to a private room, then the decision was made to transfer me to OSU medical center because my local hospital knew that I was very sick, but they don't have the equipment or specialists to deal with something like TB.
I remember the ambulance service picking me up in Bellefontaine but after that I have no memory for about two weeks. So this next part is related from what I've been told happened. Upon arrival at OSU, I started throwing up again so I placed in an ICU unit. After I stabalized I was moved to another ICU unit because I still had the severe headache and couldn't keep anything down. I was finally diagnosed with Cryptococcyl Meningitis and Cryptococcyl Pneumonia. These are fungal infections. These usually come from bird droppings. I live on a farm and used to clean chicken eggs on a near daily basis, so I can only assume that one time I didn't wash my hands adequately and then touched my mouth or eyes or nose and that's how I got it. So lesson to be learned kittens, ALWAYS WASH YOUR HANDS!!!
Now the big problem we were having is the pressure in my head on my brain. It was getting dangerously high. So the doctors wanted to put a tube in my brain to drain off excess fluid and relieve some of the pressure on my brain. My parents were called for authorization since I was not lucid and on that Saturday I went into surgery. And this is where it gets bad kittens. My family was told the surgery would take about 45 minutes, so they went to the waiting area. After 45 minutes they headed back, only to find several more doctors there. A nurse told them it would be a few more minutes and directed them to a waiting area. Then a doctor and a pastor came to see my parents. I was going code blue. I had quit breathing and they were convinced I wasn't going to make it. Not to worry though kittens, I pulled through!! Now I was unconsious for most of the following week and don't remember anything until I woke up in restraints. Now I guess I needed them because I tried to take out my feeding tube and I kept trying to get up. I thought I had things to do!
So, I became more lucid and aware of what was going on and was then moved to a private room where I spent the next two weeks or so. The drain was effective in keeping the pressure off my brain, but I had to lay flat, I couldn't move, I had this tube sticking out of my head connected to a bag, I still couldn't keep anything down, I still had headaches, and I was exhausted. I slept ALOT. So the decision was made to try to ween me off the drain and I could hopefully be released. If not, I would go in for another surgery to put a shunt in my brain, running from my brain to my stomach to relieve the pressure. So we tried shutting my drain off. It was not a good thing. I spent a day and a half with massive migraine pain and proved that I couldn't be off the drain without severe consequences. So we did surgery. They went in and put a shunt in my brain, then ran a tube down to my stomach area where the fluid can be absorbed and I can pee it out. After the surgery, It was like a brand new day. My headache pain was gone, all I had was a bit of incision pain from the three incisions they did to put in the shunt, and I was extremely tired, but I felt much better.
So on my birthday; January 29; I was released from the hospital. I had spent almost a month there, a couple of weeks I had no memory of, it was my 32nd birthday but I was going home. Now mind you, I walked about like a newborn giraffe and had to have help the whole way from the garage to the couch where I passed out for about 5 hours. I spent two days on the couch, then moved upstairs to my bed where I stayed for about 4 days. I slept ALOT. I still sleep ALOT.
Since my release from the hospital, I've been steadily improving although there have been a few setbacks. I had some dehydration issues and I still don't eat very well, but I'm walking better than I was. I do get bored sometimes during this recovery but all in all it's ok. I can't drive myself anywhere yet and my doctor has told me I won't be able to return to work until next year so I make do with cooking shows and magazines and books. I can say I'm grateful just to be alive, no matter how bored I get.
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Horror Film Help
Hello kittens!! Halloween is fast approaching and it is one of my holidays next to Christmas. So that said, I need some help if anyone out there in the blogger world can possibly help me. A couple of years ago I saw a movie on TCM that I loved!
It was a very old film, I would guess from the 30's or early 40's. The storyline was this couple who bought a manor house located on a cliff in England. After they bought the house they learned that the previous occupant had killed herself or died of grief after her child died. I think the kid fell off the cliff but I can't remember. Anyway, the spirit of the woman haunted the house until the new owners figured out what happened and set the spirit free. For the time it was made, the special effects were great, and the story really sold the movie. I really would like to see it again, but I don't know what it was called and haven't been able to find it anywhere online. Help anyone?
It was a very old film, I would guess from the 30's or early 40's. The storyline was this couple who bought a manor house located on a cliff in England. After they bought the house they learned that the previous occupant had killed herself or died of grief after her child died. I think the kid fell off the cliff but I can't remember. Anyway, the spirit of the woman haunted the house until the new owners figured out what happened and set the spirit free. For the time it was made, the special effects were great, and the story really sold the movie. I really would like to see it again, but I don't know what it was called and haven't been able to find it anywhere online. Help anyone?
Monday, October 18, 2010
Heartbreaker
Hello kittens! How have you all been during this gorgeous week that we've had here in central Ohio? I've enjoyed the weather, warm days with nice cool nights perfect for a hot apple cider with rum and snuggling under a blanket with a good book.
Last Monday was also National Coming Out Day. I made a post on Facebook about my support for all the issues affecting the Gay community. Then came Tuesday. I'm sitting at work when I check my Blackberry and find I have a text form my mother. It reads;
" Just how am I supposed to react to your anouncement on your facebook? Well this is how I feel very disgusted and I do not like it I do not support it. You were not raised that way. You are making me sick just thinking about it. And if you continue to be that way then you will have to get you a place to live because I'm thinking of disowning you I can not believe you. It's shameful. I do not want to talk to you until you straighten up."
I replied, "What are you talking about?"
To which she replied, "About opening up and saying you are a gay man."
Me, "Seriously? Disown me? You're being ridiculous."
Her, " No I am not you need to get that shit out of your mind now why did you post it it is sickening."
So when I came back from work I honored her request and warmed up a can of soup for dinner and spent the rest of the night in my room so I wouldn't shame her. Since then she's been talking to me, but only to make passive aggressive remarks. She told me I did nothing except "cause her heartache" and she looks at me with this mixture of hatred, shame, and disapointment.
Quite frankly, it pisses me off. I don't expect her to be all supportive and don rainbow themed clothes and march in a parade but I would like just a little support. Or if that's too much, then simply nothing. No acknowledgement, no dirty looks, no passive aggressive comments, just nothing. I can handle "nothing" better than being told I'm sickening and there is something wrong with me. So I have another chapter in the story of my uneasy relationship with my family. It's never been a great one, they don't understand me, think I'm weird because I read books and attend live theater and I'm a Democrat and they find me very strange and just don't understand me. I've grown accustomed to fact that I'm never going to have the great family relationship you see in movies or on tv or even in other families. I'm never going to have June Cleaver( RIP Barbara Billingsley) for a mother, or even a nice accepting woman for a mother. I can't change who she is, I can't make her give up her bigotry or her hatred, no matter how hard I try. I just can't do it.
Last Monday was also National Coming Out Day. I made a post on Facebook about my support for all the issues affecting the Gay community. Then came Tuesday. I'm sitting at work when I check my Blackberry and find I have a text form my mother. It reads;
" Just how am I supposed to react to your anouncement on your facebook? Well this is how I feel very disgusted and I do not like it I do not support it. You were not raised that way. You are making me sick just thinking about it. And if you continue to be that way then you will have to get you a place to live because I'm thinking of disowning you I can not believe you. It's shameful. I do not want to talk to you until you straighten up."
I replied, "What are you talking about?"
To which she replied, "About opening up and saying you are a gay man."
Me, "Seriously? Disown me? You're being ridiculous."
Her, " No I am not you need to get that shit out of your mind now why did you post it it is sickening."
So when I came back from work I honored her request and warmed up a can of soup for dinner and spent the rest of the night in my room so I wouldn't shame her. Since then she's been talking to me, but only to make passive aggressive remarks. She told me I did nothing except "cause her heartache" and she looks at me with this mixture of hatred, shame, and disapointment.
Quite frankly, it pisses me off. I don't expect her to be all supportive and don rainbow themed clothes and march in a parade but I would like just a little support. Or if that's too much, then simply nothing. No acknowledgement, no dirty looks, no passive aggressive comments, just nothing. I can handle "nothing" better than being told I'm sickening and there is something wrong with me. So I have another chapter in the story of my uneasy relationship with my family. It's never been a great one, they don't understand me, think I'm weird because I read books and attend live theater and I'm a Democrat and they find me very strange and just don't understand me. I've grown accustomed to fact that I'm never going to have the great family relationship you see in movies or on tv or even in other families. I'm never going to have June Cleaver( RIP Barbara Billingsley) for a mother, or even a nice accepting woman for a mother. I can't change who she is, I can't make her give up her bigotry or her hatred, no matter how hard I try. I just can't do it.
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Lost homojo
Good evening kittens! Over the past several weeks I've come to the conclusion that I need a new Fairy Princess. No, not to replace my old one but to supplement her. I love my Kristy to death, but we've been drifting apart for some time now. It's nothing major, we didn't have some huge fight, there wasn't some gross act of disrespect, we've just moved in different directions in our lives. She has gotten married to a wonderful man, she has a kid, a job. I'm happily single, no kids, but I do have a job!! Yay for that one! Our interests have shifted since we met five years ago. We no longer have the fun shopping trips together, making fun of poorly dressed people in the mall and ogling cute boys. We used to talk every day, no matter what, now days can pass with out a word from either camp. I'm interested in drinks at happy hour, Showtunes on a Sunday night, window shopping at the mall. While I love the child and husband that my Princess comes with, I find myself wishing that they weren't always around. I don't want to feel this way, but I can't help it. We've lost our homojo. That spark that made us "US" is gone. I don't know how to get it back, if we even can. I'm curious if any of you have had a similar experience? Have you had friendships drift apart? If so, did you get back the spark, or was it gone for good? Any advice?
Sunday, October 3, 2010
Sunday night tv
I'm very happy to have a good season of Desperate Housewives and Brothers and Sisters on ABC. Not every season of these shows is stellar, but this season is shaping up to make me very happy.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Fight back fags!!
Okay kittens. I know some people are going to give me grief for what I'm about to say and advocate, and quite frankly I don't care. I just finished reading about the 13 year old boy in Texas who put a bullet in his brain because he could no longer endure the teasing and bullying that he was subjected to in school. Reporting the abuse did no good as the school claims to have no record of the numerous phone calls made by the boys parents and claim they were completely unaware of any bullying going on in their school. BULLSHIT.
Then last week there was the boy who hung himself in his backyard because he was bullied for being gay.
And then there are the bashings and hate crimes that occur because there is little or no repercussion for the crimes. The muggings and beatings that occur because a man admits he is gay when asked, the waiter who was stabbed in the neck after a customer asked him if he was gay. I could go on and on.
A channel has been created on youtube to provide encouragement to young gays that "It gets Better". While this is a noble effort and I do believe it will help for those feeling isolated to know they are not alone it's still not enough. It's time we fight back. Cast off the image that we are whiny, limp-wristed, lisping, rainbow loving little queens who whimper and cry when faced with adversity. It's time we take off our stilettos and use them to stab out the eyes of the ignorant rednecks who attack us. Instead of running and crying ourselves to sleep or slipping a noose around our necks when someone attacks us for being gay, we need start throwing punches. The gym is our church gays!! Let's use those muscles for something other than picking up our next trick at the bar! Let's blacken some eyes, break some noses, and split some lips!!
When I was in elementary and middle school, I was the subject of bullying. It happened all the time; on the bus, on the playground, on my walk home. It was awful. Then one day, as I was being called a fag and one of my books was stolen from me(and I love books so this really pissed me off) I decided it was time to fight back. I threw a punch, nearly broke the kids nose, dared any of the school officials to do anything to me for it since they had never done anything to stop the bullying, and that was it. I never had any issues with anyone in school again because I was willing to stand up for myself. I was no longer willing to be a submissive player in my life. I took control and made sure no one messed with me again. And I've carried it into my adult life. I tolerate nothing. That's what our community needs to do. Tolerate nothing. Shout out the NOM's and FAMILY VALUES COUNCIL and FOCUS ON THE FAMILY. Refuse to stand on the sidelines and let bullying and hatred be directed at us without fighting back. It's time to stand up for ourselves.
Then last week there was the boy who hung himself in his backyard because he was bullied for being gay.
And then there are the bashings and hate crimes that occur because there is little or no repercussion for the crimes. The muggings and beatings that occur because a man admits he is gay when asked, the waiter who was stabbed in the neck after a customer asked him if he was gay. I could go on and on.
A channel has been created on youtube to provide encouragement to young gays that "It gets Better". While this is a noble effort and I do believe it will help for those feeling isolated to know they are not alone it's still not enough. It's time we fight back. Cast off the image that we are whiny, limp-wristed, lisping, rainbow loving little queens who whimper and cry when faced with adversity. It's time we take off our stilettos and use them to stab out the eyes of the ignorant rednecks who attack us. Instead of running and crying ourselves to sleep or slipping a noose around our necks when someone attacks us for being gay, we need start throwing punches. The gym is our church gays!! Let's use those muscles for something other than picking up our next trick at the bar! Let's blacken some eyes, break some noses, and split some lips!!
When I was in elementary and middle school, I was the subject of bullying. It happened all the time; on the bus, on the playground, on my walk home. It was awful. Then one day, as I was being called a fag and one of my books was stolen from me(and I love books so this really pissed me off) I decided it was time to fight back. I threw a punch, nearly broke the kids nose, dared any of the school officials to do anything to me for it since they had never done anything to stop the bullying, and that was it. I never had any issues with anyone in school again because I was willing to stand up for myself. I was no longer willing to be a submissive player in my life. I took control and made sure no one messed with me again. And I've carried it into my adult life. I tolerate nothing. That's what our community needs to do. Tolerate nothing. Shout out the NOM's and FAMILY VALUES COUNCIL and FOCUS ON THE FAMILY. Refuse to stand on the sidelines and let bullying and hatred be directed at us without fighting back. It's time to stand up for ourselves.
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