Sane again... sortaSo whew, I'm totally recovered from my wisdom teeth. well there are still gaping holes where food sneaks in but it's okay. All the stitches fell out!
A piece of gauze got stuck and I had to go to the ER to have it eased out but that was covered. It was in there from Monday til Saturday D= It smelt like a hooker climbed in my mouth and died. The doctor was so nice and didn't throw up on me.
I've been on percocet for the pain and I hate it. Plus the antibiotics messed with my birthcontrol and I started my period. Then I lost my birth control pills! ... PLUS I had my yearly physical at the doctor's PLUS I lost my birth control pills and cleaned up looking for them. Figures, get married and not a month later you have to start using condoms when you only did in like... the first week of your relationship.
FUCK
Not only do the anti biotics mess with my birth control they mess with my emotions. I get really, superly depressed when I'm on antibiotics and I don't know why. It's better because I know what it is and why. Still, it's going to make things a little rougher.
With school I don't have to do anything and I pass. If I want A's I still have to not zone out. Blargh.
We're in the process of getting a mortgage loan and it's taking insanely forever.
We started the process to get an FHA approved loan so we can buy a forclosed house. The week before my surgery the secretary was telling me she thought we had everything and it would be determined by Tuesday at the latest. So Saturday Matt and I saw this CUTE little house right by where my sister and brother live and lo' and behold a realtor showed up. She was really groovy and we told her that we would LOVE to sign on the house but hadn't been approved yet. She said it was fine and that if we signed the papers it would be under contract with us. I figured what the hell, it was going to be okay.
Tuesday afternoon (I was feeling pretty great Tuesday after surgery) the secretary calls all worried because the realtor had called her boss asking if we'd been approved yet. She was like, "We're worried you're jumping the gun, you realize you haven't been approved yet, right?" "Oh yeah well we told her that, just wanted to make sure we would have a house secured when the loan goes through, since you sent it to the underwriter." "Yes don't worry it's all taken care of it'll just take a little longer, we wanted to make sure you were on the same page."
Friday. The same day as my gynecological appointment, my first day I was weaning myself off of percocet, I get an email from my mortgage guy. He is angry that my paycheck stub doesn't reflect the original figure I sent him for my monthly earnings or something, that I didn't send the right papers from the bank to prove I have the funds for the down payment and very RUDELY tells me that I fucked up and that we can't proceed from this point on. And how dare I talk to a realtor yet. Uhh... everything was fine Tuesday!
This was the kicker, this had me bawling uncontrollably and ranting. The gall of the man:
"Furthermore, it appears that you’ve already spent some of the gift money you received and now do not have enough for closing."
Let me explain. My mother as a "Wedding Gift" has fronted Matt and I the down payment for the house. It's not that much, just 4% of closing costs. That's the deal with the forclosed homes.
So as an intelligent person I took my gift funds and put it in my savings account instead of my checking so in case someone steals my identity or debit card I DON'T GET RIPPED OFF. Then I very conveniently got a 2k grant from college. Sweet. Now I haven't been spending like a mad woman, in fact, I've been curled up in my bed wishing for death because I believe I am the worst person ever and should die but that's just the drugs talking.
This man looks at my latest bank statement just looks at the balance and goes "Uh doi I am dumb stupid poo poo man she no has money no more any and is dumb buuuuh". It goes from being enough to buying a house to around 3k along with my paychecks and other school money. Such a fucking prick I can't believe he would just look at the total of my checking he was sent and not the transfer from my checking account to my savings account a few days after my mom gifted me the money. I mean. He has the past two months of every financial decision I've made there. Like, nine motherfucking pages of it.
The next few emails were a very distraught and emotional me telling him how I've been misled by HIS secretary and was told it was ALL MOST DONE. I have been to their office twice, I've been neglecting work and school to do this because it's worth while and if I weren't a young college student working my ass off they'd just give it to me because I have a more established "credit".
I'm sorry I'm high risk but I haven't done a DAMN thing wrong. I have been doing EVERY SINGLE FUCKING THING. It's bullshit and I can't wait to go into the office. I am more than %100 percent better and am younger, smarter, and more organized. I keep documentation and have a mind like a steel trap.
I'm really upset. I feel better after typing. Still not better enough to do homework, but all most. Going to bed before Matt accuses me of murdering keyboards. Any advice/help would be appreciated.
