I'm worried it will be more than the battery. I need to change the oil, and I haven't, so I have maybe an irrational fear that I've totally and completely fucked my car and it cost hundreds of dollars to fix.

That depends on if you needed an oil change a couple thousand miles (generally speaking pushing the Oil change issue by three zeroes is, well, not wonderful, but not drastic) ago or by 50,000 miles.

Did you get the tick-tick-tick of dead battery-ness when you turned the key? This is more sympathy/curiosity than any actual hope that I have a clue about your car problem.

It never hurts to jiggle the battery cables and clean the terminal connectors. Unless one has an uncontrollable urge to do so with one's tongue. You most likely have been more able to stay on top of your vehicle maintenance than I was at one point. Because I can remember a time when for "jiggle the cables" I had to, on more than one occation, remove the connectors, peal back some of the insulation, clean corrosion out of the cables as far back as I could with a pen knife or screw driver, trim off damaged bits on the very end of the cable, and put the connectors back on. Again.

The car sputters when I tried to start it. definitly a sputter.

Dad came by and said it sounds like it might be the battery, but neither of us have jumper cables so he went off to get those if the car starts (please god) then I'll be off to get a new battery and waste more of my day doing that.

I have got to talk to my supervisor and find out how close I am to being permenant, I know they are working for it, and this no benefits thing is killing.

Oy. Car-ma, askye (also job-ma, but that comes without the linguistic irony)

General-ma to Fay and car-ma to askye.

Wow. What a coldblooded thing to say about someone. I suck.

Nah. If anything, you're doing him a kindness in realizing this now and acting accordingly, rather than just going along with the relationship out of boredom or politeness until you have to break his heart.

Fooey on askye's nonstarting car.

So doomed.

I keep trying to write more than that, but it all just seems superfluous. I met her for the first time five days ago. There exists a wealth of religious belief that is fuelled by experiences such as this.

I've never felt it that strongly. Never.

Ugh. Now this has been a morning.

I woke up again at 7:30am with the worst cramps I've ever experienced. I took 800mg of Advil in hopes that that would kick them away, 'cause I was supposed to be somewhere at 9am. At about 8:30am, I went and woke up Emily. I was in tears, shaking and dripping in sweat and in SO. Much. Pain.

Emily suggested I call the doctor's office. They don't open till 9, so I called my mom. She suggested I wait it out till the office opened. So, I did. The nurse called me back and suggested I just continue to wait it out. In the meantime, sweet Emily was getting me cold wash clothes, water, etc.

It has finally gotten a little better, although, they are not gone. I've taken a shower, which also helped. But, ugh. Not fun.

And now I'm off to make doctor's appointments for physicals so I can talk to them about this and make sure it NEVER happens again.

((((vw))))

Good luck with the doctor.