05.05.06
Who needs reality TV?
Let’s review the past couple of years of my life….
Fall Semester 04-
Quit my job and went back to school, one of the most humbling experiences I’ve had to date.
Got rid of a toxic alcoholic friend- which as you can imagine, was not easy. My stomach still drops even now when I see her as I’m never really sure what she’s going to do. Crazy bitch.
Spring Semester 05-
Stepfather had heart attack (1.5 years after a liver transplant and quadruple bypass surgery).
Uncle died- husband of my dad’s youngest (and my favorite) sister.
Tyler came down with chicken pox (after having the vaccine) and, for the record, did NOT have a mild case. Poor kid had them in every crook and cranny, including between his toes.
Three weeks before the end of the semester I GET CHICKENPOX! Yes, I had them as a child, and yes, it is worse as an adult. I had a fever > 103 F for three days and can now vouch for it being a respiratory illness as it felt like someone had stuffed two cantelopes into my lungs. I was so sick that I didn’t even check my email for two days. I also blew my A average in three classes.
Fall Semester 05-
85% of my immediate family had to be evacuated due to Hurricane Rita. Ground Zero? Place where I was born. Combo price tag for my mom and dad alone was > $70,000 in damage. Try and take a test after getting off the phone with your mom who’s bawling because she’s having to leave her horses due to the evacuation routes being a fucking nightmare. It took almost a day to drive in what would normally be a four hour trip. What would she have done with the horses by the side of the road? With no gas, water or food? Horses were scattered willy nilly when she got home, but all survived. Even this one…
I also got my first ever denial letter. Didn’t even get an interview for PA school.
Spring Semester 06-
I had to come to grips with cutting up the dead.
Continuing aftermath of Rita- my dad is tettering very close to financial ruin.
But the coup de grĂ¢ce? This week I filed for divorce and we told the kids we were splitting.
It’s time to break out the Carly Simon, drink Jack Daniels and eat ice cream all day.
