Somebody break a match

Bad things do happen in three or fours.
In the space of two days the following managed to happen to me:
Wed:
I found out that I do in fact have to have surgery on my sinuses. This was after waiting 40 minutes in the lobby past my appt time. This is after a CT scan that was done here on base that showed chronic sinusitis. And after another three week course of antibiotics and a CT done at Balboa. I could have told them this before either of the scans were done! This comes with a mixed amount of emotions. Hopefully, it will reduce the recovery time and reduce the frequency with which I get sinus infections. But it does mean general anesthesia which comes with it's dangers. Now that I'm the mommy of two, this can't be taken as lightly as it once was. I'm not exactly excited about the prospect of the pain. Oh yeah, and since DH is getting out of the military in about three weeks, it has to be done ASAP. It has to be done the one week that DH has to be out of town. I'm relying on the kindness of friends to get me to the hospital and home. Since I won't know exactly what time I'm scheduled until the afternoon before, I still can't make exact plans for the boys. That is truly the most frustrating part. Luckily, the boys can be dropped off at school at 7am each morning and picked up at 6pm. It's a long day for them but it means that for the three days that I have to wait for DH to get home, I can do minimal parenting and just recover.
That afternoon, just as I was turning into the parking lot to the kids' gym, I had a tire blowout. It sounded like I drove over something but I never saw anything in front or then behind me. I pulled into a parking spot and got out to see the damage. I was expecting something around my bumper but instead all I hear is a loud whistling--it was my tire! DH had to come to the rescue. You can tell he's been in the military a long time b/c the "appropriate civilian attire" thing has been ingrained in him---only he would come to change a tire in khaki shorts and a polo shirt!!! G-bless! He's mine, all mine!
Anyway, it definitely couldn't be patched so I had to go to two different places to find the right size and get a new one.
Thurs:
After my MOPs (Mothers of Preschoolers) meeting, I swung by the house to grab my pre-surgery paperwork. I filled that out and headed to the hospital in San Diego. I knew I was low on gas but I planned to fill up at MCRD (Marine Corps Recruit Depot) b/c their gas is at least $.30/gallon cheaper. I'm about two exits away when I realize--holy F! I left my wallet in the house. First of all, I know it's horrible but my wallet usually lives in the car. So it's very rare that it's in the house. I don't even know why I brought it in the house. But this meant I had no debit card, no credit card, no driver's license, and no military ID. I also had about 11 miles till empty according to my car. I turned around and called DH to come to the rescue again. Needless to say, he was not as thrilled about this rescue. I didn't know where to pull off as I had to be sure I picked the right exit with a gas station or else I would be wasting precious gas. I finally found somewhere and told him where to meet me. I had to call the hospital and reschedule my appt for an hour later. DH came with the wallet and no words. I put $15 in hoping that would get me to the hospital and then to MCRD. My car still said 3 miles to empty even after 3 gallons. So I had to pull off at the next exit to put another $20 and 4 gallons in. This somehow then got me to 145 miles till empty. Fast forward to the way home--I put in another $40 at MCRD and this didn't even get me to full. $75 later and not full! Rewind--I made it to the hospital and into the examination room. The doctor who will be assisting said that I am such a candidate. On the CT, my sinuses are supposed to be black--this shows air moving through them. Instead mine are all grey with only a tiny bit of black which means that they're blocked. I also do have a deviated septum which means that I may have to have a septoplasty if they can't get in to clean out my sinuses. And he thought he saw some other stuff but they won't know until they get in there.
As is always my policy since I have some crazy medical experiences, and seem to always go to teaching hospitals, if anyone wants to observe they can. If my wacky medical melodramas helps someone to be a better doctor, then they can have at it. I wonder if my OB did ever write a journal article about the toddler's delivery...
Oh and to top it all off---the now former employers called on Thursday to tell me that they didn't understand my timesheets and that I might not get paid on Friday. How hard is it to open a folder on the thumb drive and see that there are five different documents in there. Each titled week of ...and then the date. How confusing is that? How does that seem like it's all one? I know there is a language divide but that has nothing to do with computer literacy. And if it was confusing, why wait until the day before payroll to mention it? I called my math counterpart to nosy around and find out if his payroll was delayed too. He had no idea when he was going to get paid or reimbursed. That doesn't work for me. I called the bosses back and told them they had to pay me and that would be the end of our relationship. The director had the audacity to tell me that I argue to much. I couldn't give a sh*t if she thinks I argue too much, at this point I don't work for them so they can ---fill in expletive of choice. I can argue now if I want to. All I know is that they owe me money and I want it. They won't last long in America if they pay people late! That just doesn't fly--people (like me) have bills to pay. Good riddance--I got out while the going is still good.
Screw a match--where's the matchbook?