Full Disclosure

Lest ye think I have made it through the last 2 years mentally unscathed, I need to share something that happened last week. But first, let me ask again for your prayers and thoughts for little Tater. He has an upcoming surgery that I won't be talking much about because it may be a personal thing for him later in life and although I AM all about full disclosure for myself, my kids may not like it so much. The surgery may turn into a couple of surgeries and if those are not successful, the outcome could make life harder for him later on. I know. I'm being vague. Again, it's personal and kind of serious. But-I think vague prayers and thoughts work just as well as specific ones, thank you very much.

So, on to me. When I told my friend, Danica, this story, she was crying and laughing and said she didn't know if it was because she thought it was hilarious or because she felt bad for me and glad it didn't happen to her...

Tater fills up his own personal landfill on a weekly basis. His supplies are all pretty much made for one use and then we throw them away. Our trash bin is always full. Last Monday, we were getting back from an appointment when the automated truck came. The streets in our area are kind of weird so the trash truck passes our house 2 times to get to other houses before it picks ours up. As I was getting the boys out of the van, the truck tried to make its first pass but couldn't because of some City trucks that were taking care of trees in a neighbor's yard. It came back from the other way and couldn't get by again so when I realized they were going to skip our trash bin, I yelled, "Hey! Get my trash," but the truck kept going. The tree men kind of looked at me strangely so I looked at the closest one and asked, "Are YOU taking care of my trash since YOUR truck was blocking my bin?!" He kind of mumbled something about being sorry and ran away. I was steamed. So, I call the City Sanitation Department but of course the line was busy and after 12 attempts I get through and tell the nice lady that the trash truck SKIPPED MY HOUSE and she needed to page them to come back to get the bin since it was now clear to do so. She told me it was City policy to not double back because that messed with schedules and I told her that having a full trash can for another week was not acceptable. She took my info and said she would pass it on to a supervisor. I went outside to pull the bin back in and the tree man came over and said the truck should come back and I relayed to him the conversation with the Sanitation Lady. About 30 minutes later, the debris truck that has 2 men on the back went by the house so I ran outside and flagged it down. The men on the back looked a little scared so they signaled for the driver to handle me. I told him he needed to get my trash since the other truck didn't and he said he couldn't because of policy. I told him my policy is to not have a full trash can for ANOTHER WEEK. He, too, ran away from me mumbling something over his shoulder. The tree men pretended they didn't see me. I was more than steamed at this point and called Mr. A who was all, "You may be overreacting, I can take our trash to a dumpster tonight," and I was all, "We PAY for this service. They SHOULD GET OUR TRASH!!!" and HE was all, "My wife is crazy, thank God I work away from home." About 3 hours later when I had finally calmed down and realized I may have overreacted a little, I look out the window and see a City pick-up truck. It was the City Supervisor from the tree work getting the trash out of our green bin with his hands and putting it into a black bag so he could take it away. I may have died a little from embarrassment and I know I should have gone to thank him but I couldn't so I called the Sanitation Lady to thank her but she didn't know what I was talking about. The next day, Mr. A said he saw the man from the pick-up truck in front of the house and I was all haha, you're funny. I was outside later and sure enough, the man who PICKED MY TRASH out of my bin WITH HIS HANDS was in the neighbor's yard. The mature thing would have been to go to him and thank him for taking care of an absurd situation so I ducked behind the van.

And there you go. I'm very passive about things I need to handle with the nurse, I let insurance things go and just assume doctors are very busy and their staff overwhelmed so I let long waits roll off my back. But God forbid the trash truck skip my house because then I will lose it and let the whole world know about it. I think this may have something to do with transference and needing to be on medication but at least they'll never skip our house again on trash day!