2009, we had a deal. And you are dangerously close to breaking it. I am keeping up my end of the bargain. I have had a remarkably sunny outlook. Have you heard me complaining that I have had 3 interviewers for a job and then they just never called me again? No. And I haven't complained about this whole me being sick thing at all.
But 2009, you were supposed to be the year of health and happiness and all things good. And you broke our arrangement. A cubby breaking Michael's hand is not our deal. Ok? Pink puffy heart and happy. Not blood and stitches and surgery and doctors and paperwork. And finding a new school and I can't go back to work and no end in sight. This is not complicated. And me not having a flare did mean make my kid get hurt. Can we have 5 minutes were nothing goes wrong? I mean, I know we had a great vacation and all, but do you have something against me being happy? Universe, what the hell did I ever do to you? I wanted to get a manicure? Did you need to punish me for that?
I remember feeling like this when I first got diagnosed. Like I wanted to curl up into a ball and close my eyes and make it all just GO AWAY. And that's how I feel again. And I want this to have never happened. I want to go back to Wednesday and just pick Michael up from school 20 minutes earlier. I don't want to use the Random Medicalness label anymore, kay?
So, as much as I hate to do this, being that it's only March and all, but 2009, YOU ARE ON NOTICE!
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I'm being just as depressing on DC Metro Moms on talking about the phase of life when parent's start dying.
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On a completely different note, DC/Balt/NOVA area readers did you enter my contest to win tickets to the circus?
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Random medicalness . . . I’m with you . . . at least we have the advantage of time which is HUGE and HELPS. Hang in there!
Um, FYI? The link to DC Metro Moms is not really the link to DC Metro Moms.
First, there is no cause and effect between you taking few minutes for yourself and Michael getting hurt. Or, you not having a flare and Michael getting hurt. OKAY? Second, hang in there!!!
Spring is on it’s way and things are always better when there is more sunshine and warmer weather!
Ugh I am sorry. I hope Michaels hand is all better soon.
It does seem like when it rains, it pours, doesn’t it? Hang in there, this will pass.
I’ve got your back with 2009. Let me know if it doesn’t hold up to its end of the bargain. We may have to break some legs, ifyouknowwhatImean…
I’m so sorry.
You are in my thoughts and prayers;
Things will get better and if they don’t I’ll help you whack 2009 into shape too!
I’m pickin’ up what you’re puttin’ down sister. And the hand-breaking thing would have me seeing red.
I totally hear you. Did the job really not call you at all after three interviews. That’s incredibly uncool.