Stupid Rough Week

It’s been a rough week. Here’s the recap.

Monday: Call from the pediatrician. Ella has tested positive for Lyme Disease. Stupid Lyme Disease. Stupid fucking ticks. Stupid me for ever taking her outside. Deep breathes.

Tuesday: Call from the car mechanic. That horrible grinding racket every time we come to a stop? It’s the brake pads. Or, it used to be the brake pads. Stupid disappearing brake pads. Cost to replace: $240. Deep breathes. Reach for the credit card.

Wednesday: Call from my mom. Reports from three different physicians confirm that my dad has another aneurism. Another aneurism. He’s already had one. And it burst. The way I see it, he’s already filled his lifetime aneurism quota, damn it. Stupid aneurisms.

Deep breathes. I will the tears to stay back while I am in the office and they flood hot and fast later, as worry for my dad turns into worry for my mom and extends on to worry for each of my siblings and cascades, unstoppable, to everyone I love.

Today: Call to my vet. Tabasco is at the office and is peeing every five feet, outside and inside. He’s whimpering and inordinately clingy. Stupid urinary tract infections. Deep breathes. Deeper credit card debt.

I’ve got a board call in an hour and a half and can’t focus on a single thing. Stupid unfocused focus.