Ever have one of those weeks?

That’s what I’m writing about today:  one of those weeks.

In the raw form here are the events:

Monday I get a new 20/hour/week client that comes with a sharp learning curve. They want me in their offices two to three times a week to start.  That is fine. I’m excited and agree to start next Monday.

Immediately after the interview my oldest child calls and says, yes, we’d love to finally take you up on your offer to buy more baby clothes for the baby.  Oh, and apparently his landlord filed for Chapter 13.

Tuesday my husband picks up my mom from her visit to my injured brother.  My mother throws thousands of dollars at my brother and so cannot give us anything.  My husband has to deal with mom Tuesday night because I’m working that night in Concord.

Wednesday after saying good bye to mom, my oldest child calls again because he is suddenly in Kaiser for an emergency appendectomy.  He displayed no classic symptoms, but his girlfriend insisted on one more test and they found the culprit.  So I spent the afternoon and evening in the hospital because the child didn’t go into surgery until late at night.  The dog was behaving oddly when we returned, but there wasn’t much the dog could do given I tore out of the house at 2:00 that afternoon leaving him with scant information.

Wednesday the child is still in the hospital, the dog is not leaving his house/cage and I had appointments.

Wednesday afternoon at 4:30 the boy finally is able to go home and we take the dog to the vet because now it’s obvious that the dog is in considerable pain.

And my, pet emergencies are very expensive, $1,800 dollars later, the dog was resting and staff  would run tests.  We returned home.  We got a call later that night (because for $1,800 you do get service)  and they think he has pinched nerves, slipped disc, what have you.  We will meet with a neurologist today at 10.  But I have a new job that for the next few weeks will take me out of the house all day.  And Andrew works too.  What can we do?  And how much can we spend?  Does it matter knowing that my mother won’t help because all the money goes to my brother.

I feel I’m in the center of a Greek drama except Greek dramas rarely  feature dogs. (Frogs, yes, Dog, no).

Is this all a test? And why does it all have to be bunched into one March week?

All I can tell you is cuddle your pet, pick up your grandchild.  Kiss your grown boy on the head.  Do it now, do it now, do it now.zeus the dog

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  • Joe Routon
    Posted on March 9, 2012 at 3:01 pm

    Wow! The week from hell. I hope that everything turned out okay. I thoroughly enjoyed reading about your miseries — I didn’t take pleasure in your misfortunes, but I did appreciate your writing.

  • catharinebramkamp
    Posted on March 9, 2012 at 11:40 pm

    Thanks, I’ll update everyone on the outcome!

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