Can I get a 2010 do-over?
We're what, barely six weeks in and it's been shitstorm after bloody, freaking shitstorm.
Jan 1-2, marital spat.
Jan 5, test results confirm we're reproductively challenged.
Jan 6, my mom's dear friend, Nancy Wright, lost her battle with cancer.
Jan 7, witnessed a kid urinating on our driveway/neighboring office building.
Jan 9, day-long board meeting. AZ weather and visiting friends were pluses.
Jan 10, I started getting sick.
Jan 11, diagnosis--bronchitis. Nasty cough and 103 degree fever at its worst.
Jan 11-18, illin'. Too sick to travel to Nancy's memorial service in California.
Jan 19, first day back at the office, still dragging.
Jan 20, second kid uses office driveway as urinal. Buddy up with West High security.
Jan 22-24, first good thing--a half-anniversary trip to Las Vegas.
Jan 29, dinner with friends, then a late night trip to Idaho to help w/family crisis.
Jan 31, long night, little sleep, much stress = illness returns. Same weekend, baby nephew gets sick.
Feb 2, Baby Alex admitted to the hospital. I visit dr again and get 2nd Rx.
Feb 3, the only day I make it to the office.
Feb 4, Alex home from the hospital, but his health problems are serious and far from over. :(
Feb 5, appointment with urologist who outlines our options for reproducing. Gives us a Guide to Understanding Fertility Problems comic book. Unfunniest comic book EVER.
Feb 5-7, slept through everything except the Superbowl. Found out we will no longer be teaching Sunday School. Good timing for a break.
Feb 8, worried about PK. He's been listless and not his usual self since we got back from Idaho.
Feb 9, called the vet this morning. Brought PK in. Got him into the carrier without yowl or protest. They made me leave while they drew blood. The vet came in a few minutes later, said his kidneys are failing, and gently started talking about quality of life--which means The End is near. I started crying before he was done. Managed to mop up before the techs came in to show me how to insert the IV.
I cried all the way home. Left a weepy voice mail for Mike. Cried on the phone to my mom. Gave PK anti-nausea meds and tried to feed him the prescription food. He ate some, but threw everything up later.
Now I'm looking over the computer at him curled up on the carpet; he keeps shifting to find a comfortable position. Ignoring work. Wondering how I'll get used to the idea of putting him down and adjusting to his absence.
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Oh man, Mary Ellen; I knew about some of this rough stuff as you mentioned it here and there, but I hadn't thought to add it all up. You've had a really bad six weeks there; I wish I could say the hard times are over, that you've had enough for this year, but with PK's illness, I'd just come off sounding Panglossian. I'm sorry, friend. Hope you can keep riding out the bad stuff; hope some good will come your way soon.
Aw, honey, honey, honey. Big hugs from me and David both.
Thanks. Much appreciated.
Oh, and I forgot to mention we have a house guest for the next 6 week, too.
I couldn't bring myself to do the IV tonight, so Mike is taking PK in tomorrow morning. He's been so lethargic today that I wonder if sooner is better than later.
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