A Rage Hangover & the Power of Duct Tape

I didn't know you could get a hangover from rage, but you can.

I spent the last 2 days in a blisteringly hot red rage.  

Yesterday, Yella tried to start the car and it was dead.  This only happens when you have something you want or need to do.  I started throwing things at this point.

First off, we canceled a few things but we had an appointment with our builder at 11 am and I was not going to miss it NO MATTER WHAT!!!  The bastard has eluded us for 3 weeks.  Now we were going to get our chance to chew off a pound of his flesh.

This is other wise know as "The Great Panamanian Avoidance Dance."

Man, can they dance!

Second, a friend brings tools (my are all packed away in storage, don't get me started on why we are not out of storage yet) and a charger.  But the battery won't take a charge, so we decide to clean the battery contacts, which have stalactites growing out of them.

But, as is written in the Celestial Laws of Mechanics, the contacts fall apart and we have to GO GET A PART.

I know some of you fully understand this but most of us non-mechanically inclined are surprised when this happens.

But, we can't get the part because we have to meet our builder.  As a side bar, the meeting goes well.  I should say, it went well for us but not so good for him.  You see, Yella went after him.  Poor sucker!  But he deserves it.  The man's not going to have any ass left if he keeps this up.

Then, a friend picks up the parts, we get a ride back up to our house and start once again on the repairs.  I am so glad he was a mechanic.  There was much jury rigging to do.

But in the end, late in the afternoon, we finish and the car works...so we think.

But also as written in the Celestial Laws of Mechanics, there is a big problem when we drive off, after our mechanic has left, of course.

So back down a long, rocky road to our friends house to fix the problem and, whala, the car works again.

Hurray!

I have been pissed all day and I am wrung out, for sure!

This morning we head to David for a medical tests and a doctor's appointment.

But, you guessed it, the damn car brakes down again.

I need to re-read the Celestial Laws of Mechanics.  

We get the duct tape, that's right, duct tape and patch things up so we can proceed to David.  I have never really believed that repairs were possible with the stuff, but they are...for a while anyway.

I should have known things would get worse in David.

The doctor's office informs me that I have no appointment.  They check and sure enough I do have one, but it doesn't matter because the doctor will not be in until 2.5 hours later.  So we take off and eat and things, returning at 1:30 pm as requested.  But I must say, my temper was now out of control.  Everything PISSED ME OFF!!!! Ya@#$h$%&@!!!

At 2:30 pm no doctor.  I ask when.  They call him and he says a half hour or more.

Well, that is the kiss of death in Panama.  No specific time.  Loosely translated, WHO KNOWS! Hell, they're an hour late when they give you a time.

So I leave and go back to Boquet because I am now homicidal.   

You would have enjoyed watching us drive down the hi way, in pouring rain, without windshield wipers or lights, windows open, of course.  You see, duct tape only goes so far, especially in rain.

Got to love the adventure, huh.

When we get home, the car gets fixed.  Most likely this time for good.  Stop laughing.  It's not polite.

I am very hung over from all the rage.

And, hoping for a better 4th of July.  Happy Independence Day to you!  You deserve it after reading this blog.