Tires

Poor timing can be chalked up to Murphy's Law, I guess.

On my way to my mother's house this afternoon, my driver's side front tire blew. I was safe and able to get to the shoulder quickly and without problem, so I'm grateful for that. I'm also grateful for Roadside Assistance, which arrived soon after my calling them and swapped out my tire for my spare so that I could get on my way. But it just had to happen when money is going to be so tight for here on out? Sigh.

I'm going to have to buy two new tires. My car needs all new tires, but I can't afford that right now. I can't really afford the two, but I don't have much choice in the matter. I can't really buy just one either. Ugh. Oh, man, it's a $200.00 affair, though. That really sets me back.

I also need to buy my medications tomorrow. I'm so sick of one of the medications--Zyprexa. It's an antipsychotic that makes me zombie-fied. Yes, it keeps the psychosis, hallucinations and delusions, away, but it seriously makes me pass out. It drives me crazy. And it makes me gain weight so fast. I'm so scared of weighing in with my dietitian this Wednesday to find out the damage of the drug.

That's all I got tonight...