Katy's not doing well. Her throat is giving her grief and the antibiotics she's on are making her feel queezy. I think she's caught my cold. She's had a rough day. Make that a very rough day. This was supposed to be her first day back at work but when she managed to get in, they turned her around back home. She feels bad about all the time she's been off work. The good thing is that though her boss is scary, she also has a good head on her shoulders and realizes that the leave is justified, not frivolous.
As if that wasn't enough for today, we went to get the damage estimated on the car. It's not looking positive. Since the Rover plant went belly-up, the car value dropped like a stone and parts are getting scarce. That means that though the damage isn't *that* bad (mostly scratches all along the passenger side) and some bodywork, it comes up to about 1500 pounds worth of work and parts. Since the car is now worth only about a grand, that means it's probably going to be a write-off, even though the car is still mechanically and structurally sound. This sucks the big, pus-filled, boily ass. What's worse is that her driving confidence got a beating along with her car :(
We just had a little conversation, and I have to agree with her, she's due a hell of a lot of good karma in the next year cause this last one has been crappy. She's convinced she's jinxed. I'm trying hard to make her realize that if you get into that sort of frame of mind, you'll always focus on all the bad stuff and overlook the fact that some good stuff has happened as well. Still, I don't want to make light of the fact that the last year has been really, really tough on her.
Right now, she's not feeling well and I don't know how to make it better, except to ply her with tea (which makes everything better), ply her with hugs and generally try and give her a hand wherever I can.
Cause I love her.
And I'm worried about her.
So *hug*