- 6 years ago
- Wedding: April 2018
I know that there are people trying to survive an enormous snow storm, facing financial ruin, unable to get jobs and fighting horrible diseases…but I just wanna feel sorry for myself for a minute, because this sucks….
I woke up at 2am this morning, I couldn’t sleep…my grandfather is slowly dying and THAT bothers me a lot, even if he is 92, smoked, drank and ate bacon with every meal, he’s nifty and one of the few people of this Earth that actually gets me…so watching him loose his appetite, his vitality and firey disposition hurts…a lot.
My greyhound has to have almost every one of his teeth pulled on Monday, he’s 11, which is OLD and I’m terrified that he’s going to die…but I can’t let him be in pain or starve to death either…so that sucks too….
So I get to work in a zombiefied state, and while the morning went relatively well, I had to clean up a mess that my co-worker created and isn’t here to clean up today.
I managed to get home for lunch without incident, but as I was leaving, I lost my footing on the front stoop, rolled my left ankle, fell off the damn thing, skinned my right knee, and skidded to an undignified stop in a snow bank on top of my rose bushes…
Well that just tore it, I got it over with and started crying, really crying…I’m a tough lady but how much can a girl take in one day????
Mr. 99 heard the ruckus and came outside, finds me a skinned up, runny mascara having wet butted mess, hauls me out of the snow, cleans me up, bandages up everything that’s bleeding and tells me I’m not going back to work….
But in spite of the throbbing, bleeding pain, I told him I actually felt a lot better, he told me the next time I needed some attention to just ask for a hug and avoid hurling myself off the front of the house….