~*~ The Straw That Broke The Camels Back ~*~

The Straw That Broke This Camel's Back--about plastic straws and more, from a camel's-eye viewpoint

Hello, My Friends!  

I hope this post finds all of you well today.  Thank goodness we are halfway through the week.

Have you ever heard of the sayings “The icing on the cake”  or “The straw that broke the camels back?”  Well, both sayings applied this past Monday.  Oh, here’s another saying… “If it weren’t for back luck, I wouldn’t have any luck at all.”   Do you happen to see where I’m going with this?

With all the crap that has been going on day in and out over the last couple of months, my car decided it didn’t want to carry my burdens anymore.  You got it.  The car died.  A memorial will be held no later than Friday when I have it towed away to be junked.

The funny thing is that I’m not shocked, nor am I that devastated over its demise.  I bought the sucker from my roommate knowing fully if I got two years out of it I’d be lucky.  Well, on its 190,000-mile birthday the darn thing served me for 3000 miles in a year to the week of purchase.  

Today, I have to get quotes from towing services to see if they’ll take the deceased for cash, or just junk it all together.  Another fun-filled day of being on the phone.  Yippie!

The week isn’t over but so far, I canceled the discounted insurance deal for a full refund.  Heck, none of my doctors would accept it anyway.  My auto insurance will be canceled by the end of the week.  Plus I got my mother’s internet service lowered with a new promotion they were running.

Last night, while laying in bed thinking… (No feeling of anxiety at all, surprisingly enough) I made my mind up and said “Fuck it!  I’m planning to visit my mother in Florida no later than December.”  

Since March, I have been battling the powers that be over health insurance, Medicare, Medicaid, Social Services, and every other Tom, Dick, and Harry out there to try and keep my cost low on a fixed budget.  My nerves have been rattled to the core.  My anxiety and depression worsened over all of this, plus it kept me away from the things that I am passionate about for close to two months now.  Blogging and reading.  

Hell, the Summer is almost over and I haven’t enjoyed one bit of it.  

I’m still collecting all my medical records from the mental health facility, my primary care doctor, and my orthopedic to make sure that when I go down to Social Security, I will have all my records ready to show what I’m up against, and find out why I can’t get on Medicare sooner.

I have only been going to my therapist one to two times a month, I’ll take Uber or the Lyft car service.  It’s still going to cost lower than what I would have to pay for the damn car.

In the meantime, my goal is going to be saving to visit my mother in Florida.  Not only because I need to get away from New Jersey for a little while, but I so miss my mother.  All I want to do is just hug her and not let go.  It’s been a little over a year since I saw her last, and she’s not getting any younger.  I just need so badly to spend time with my best friend.

They say, (I honestly don’t know who says it) “That things happen for a reason.”  Maybe this is the reason, I’m meant to see my mom after all of the bullshit I’ve been going through.

Anyway…  That’s all that has been going on since Saturday.  Once the car issue is completely done and over with, I will be back here full force.  I so miss being here with you guys on a full-time basis.  

Hope all of you have a wonderful Wednesday!

Take Care & God Bless,



  1. Two things to ponder:
    1.90% of the time our cars are parked but when we need it we need it…the best alternative would be living in a place where we have great public transportation which is not possible in suburbs. Thank GOD we have some alternative of a taxi in suburbs.
    2. Meeting parents or being with them gives a total pleasure and takes us to the past. Wishing you all the best of time with her. Take a train, or flight or a bus.
    Thank you and wish you a very happy Wednesday too!

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    • You are so sweet! I’m not worried about the car situation at all. Thank goodness everywhere that I will have to get is local. My roommate and I can go together if need be, or I pay for Lyft service which is better than a taxi service and cheaper too.
      With the money I’m getting for the car, that will go towards my Florida/Mom fund. I’m hoping and shooting for November to visit with her.
      Thank you so much again for all your kindness. Hugs!

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  2. There are places that buy “junk” cars, running or not, it’s the same price; and they will pick it up. I sold a junker for $400, the guy was on his way and someone found out, and offered me $100 more (the car was running). So check it out for your area. They are going to make a lot on the parts….

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  3. You definitely deserve to see your mother and I know its due time. Sorry about your vehicle. I hope you are able to get around. I know how annoying it can be to ask for rides. Hopefully there is public transit that isn’t scary. I love you and will send ultra good vibes your way.

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  4. Oh damn old car, hope things work out ok for you, a couple of lines from Ivor, to be taken lightheartedly.
    “Help me to see her, just give my bed a tow.
    Please let me go, before I’m covered in snow”.

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  5. All I can say is whatever happens, happens for a reason and may be you are right in saying that the car has broken down for a reason and now the money goes in the Florida fund..which will take you to your mother soon.

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