Stop This Ride I wanna Get OFF.

Some one was talking about Karma the other day. The concept of what goes around comes around. Well I can't in my wildest dream remember doing anything that bad to have it come around and bit me in the ass so hard. I was holding it together pretty good for the fact I stopped breathing after my surgery, had to come home with the catheter from the hospital, ended up in the emergency room 2 days after coming home from the hospital with a gall bladder attack, and my horse who I had just started to work with came up lame the same day. I said I felt I was being a pretty good sport and was choosing laughter over hysteria. But not being able to eat much of anything and getting only sleep in maybe if I am lucky 3 hour slots have begun to wear me down. I was suppose to get my catheter out on Friday guess what, I still have it till next Thursday. At least I got to feel half human for a morning, still trying to find the positive. Then I got a call this morning that my test came back positive for a UTI and have now added yet another nausea causing med to add to the other three I am already taking. Top that all off getting up at 530 am this morning and trying to eat something so I can take all the meds I need to take and ended up doing the one thing I had thankfully avoided doing, throwing up in the kitchen sink which of course was full of dirty dishes. So I preceded to do the dishes, hay the horses and do a load of laundry. With the husband is going back to work tonight and the kids who have been doing only the minimal help around here we kicked their butts out of bed for a family meeting. I cannot being doing those things so if they are done I won't be able to. Hope fully they didn't hear the blah blah blah and will step up and stop being such selfish little pains. I am sliding over the laughing line to the hysteria line and don't want to prolong this agony any longer so they better. And I still have my appt on Tuesday with the surgeon to discuss my gall bladder.

If they could only react like my little sister has we wouldn't have any problems.
She freaked about the whole stop breathing thing and has been calling almost every day to check in. She called the other day when Dave and I took our out of control teenage daughter to a meeting with an old/new therapist and Megan told her don't know where they are daddy took mommy somewhere. Well panic ensued she called our mom who of course didn't know anything and then she called my in laws and talked to Al, if Pat had been there she knew what was up,but he didn't know anything either. I called Lulu back and she answered the phone with a panic voice and I told her to breath I was fine so to speak. She has taken over the mother roll of worrying about me. It sucks it takes something like this to have more contact with my sister but its nice to talk to her on a regular basis again.

As I enter the second week home from the hospital I am not anywhere near what I thought I would be physically and the boredom and frustration is overwhelming me.
But I keep focusing on the end result of all this and having my health back and feeling better than ever.

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