Things Fall Apart
There's a cluster of things that are making me feel a little doomy and unstable at the moment. Lucy hurt her leg and probably needs a super-expensive surgery. Or Lucy hurt her leg and we're being dumb doing the super-expensive surgery and should just try and wait-and-see approach. But then that might go not well and then we'll still need the super-expensive surgery and I will already have spent a few weeks lifting her up on the couch and having to restrict her movement. And if I DO the super-expensive surgery in the next few days, Matt will be away for the first two weeks of her recovery, which will likely be the worst.
Also, Eve's musical is on Friday and she woke up sick yesterday and is losing her voice.
Also, at my morning school today one kindergarten child screamed at the top of his lungs for a good five minutes. I felt worse for him than for me, but only just. At my afternoon school a class had to be evacuated and came to the library during two other classes' library period, and two classes in the library is A LOT. Also the wind is off-the-charts blustery and mean today, and it's raining, and we have a snowfall warning. For tomorrow. When we're supposed to drive to Hamilton for the musical Eve might not be able to sing in now.
It's all a little much for a peri-menopausal woman to handle with style and grace, is what I'm saying.
I am trying to maintain perspective. Lucy's hurt, but she's not dying. Eve is sick, but she's not dying, and given enough vocal rest and more tea with honey and salt-water gargling than anyone wants to contemplate may be perfectly able to sing in the musical.
I have a cousin that just had a tumour removed from his neck. An aunt who just fell and broke her shoulder and pelvis. A friend who just lost her mother. All the bad stuff is NOT happening to me (although watch your back if you're related to me, right now, maybe?)
We'll get through the musical weekend one way or another, and then I will bring Lucy home from the extremely fancy animal hospital (the first time I called I sat through part of the menu: "press 3 for dermatology, 4 for opthamology, 5 for osteology, 6 for oncology, 7 for dentistry)" and hung up to recheck that I wasn't calling a people hospital), and we will sit on the couch and watch scary movies while she has her little doughnut collar on (perhaps I will get a matching one) and then I will massage her little leg and walk her for five minutes at a time and it will be FINE.
You'd be surprised how much shit she can stir up at the vet's office even with only three working legs.
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We've had 3 days of steady rain here, and the river is above flood stage. We don't live near said river, so it's not so bad for us, but it's not good in general.
I am not sure this is helpful, but here is my take on perimenopause (from 11 years ago!). https://commonhousehold.blogspot.com/2013/02/i-am-very-model-of.html
Your comment on my blog about the Catholic school take on the parable had me laughing!
Anyway, that is a LOT. A lot! I think it's actually a bit too much, so it's time for the universe to give you a break. Fingers crossed Eve is feeling better and that Lucy's healing is smooth and quick.
You really made me laugh with "I felt worse for him than for me, but only just."
Here's to getting through the stressors and on to better days!
That is a lot and I kept think-saying "Oh no!" "Oh no!" as I was reading.
(Sarah, on my phone)