Not just a day, more like my whole damn week.
Early Monday morning my daughter's father-in-law keeled over and died unexpectedly, presumably from a heart attack. I think my daughter's anxiety is as much from realizing that it could just as easily have been me as from the death of her husband's dad.
Tuesday my sister's husband had his arm amputated at the shoulder. They also found an anomaly with his heart so he's facing heart surgery at some point in the future. By the third day of making 5-hour round trips to the hospital, it was beginning to take a physical as well as mental toll on me.
Saturday was the funeral and I've about reached my limit of being able to comfort family members. I am NOT the right person to come to for emotional support. If you've ever seen the TV comedy The Big Bang Theory, think Sheldon Cooper. Pats on the back and murmuring “There, there,” is about the limit of my ability to comfort people.
Oh yeah, and in the middle of all this I'm trying to settle my mom's estate and running into bureaucratic red tape every time I turn around while my three siblings keep asking what the fuck is holding things up.
There you have an amazingly short synopsis of a week that has me practically tearing out what little hair I have left.
Remmy