What Do You Do When Everything Fucking Falls Apart?
I had my surgical consult today. I don’t know what was worse, the ride down my road, or being poked and prodded by the damn surgeon. No Eric, he wasn’t even eye candy, dammit. He looked something like this:
Actually, that’s giving him a little credit. I can’t have anything!
By the way, this is something along the lines of the road I must travel upon to get out of my neighborhood.
I need to take pictures one day, when I’m not holding on for dear life, in an attempt not to die.
Can you tell that I’m trying very hard to keep in good humor?
Graeme and Hems have been the sweetest in attempting to help with that. Along with others who I can’t name here, mostly because they aren’t here on Medium.
I really appreciate all of you who have shared my original article and GoFundMe link here and on social media outlets. Honestly, I don’t know what to say, beyond, thank you. We don’t have family that is willing to do much of anything other than suck us dry. And as we are drier than the fucking Sahara right now, they have disappeared faster than The Magnificent Charles’ Princess Bunny on Shut Eye.
I wrote an article awhile back about how people shouldn’t think digital connections aren’t meaningless. This, among other things, proves even further to me that I was right. I have gotten more out of (and I don’t at all mean financially) the connections I’ve made with people in the digital world, than some of the people I know IRL. Yes, I’ve even met some of my digi buddies, e-pals as my friend Eric calls us, IRL eventually. And that’s a bonus. But my point is, digital friendships can mean so much. I think we are more open and honest with them, therefore forging a better bond.
Now I’m getting mushy. On to the results.
The surgeon stated what I expected. I do need surgery, as soon as I can come up with the moolah. I chuckled and said well…you’re going to have to hold off on grabbing that scalpel buddy because I just don’t have it. It was his turn to chuckle and remind me, it wouldn’t be a scalpel, well, not for long I guess. As I already knew, the surgery will be performed via laser. It’s fairly non-invasive, and I will be going home the same day.
Crazy world we live in, isn’t it. Open up my back, do some tweaking, and off I go. Up and walking around the same day.
It’s insane to me that I have a broken back right now, and I can walk, NOW. Yep, in a spinal brace, and I can walk. Slowly, and quite painfully I might add, but I can walk. I can’t stand for very long, nor can I sit for very long either, but I can do both.
I’ll have to get a picture at some point, when I don’t feel like a swamp monster, but they didn’t give me a donut at the hospital, so I have improvised. My daughter had a donut style float from last year for our above ground pool. Yep, that’s what I sit on. It’s pretty inventive I think.
So I discussed multiple times how my in-laws including my pregnant sister-in-law were mooching off us and staying here. Guess who vamoosed on Sunday, the day after my fall. Yep. Didn’t give us the $300 they owed us either. She had the baby on Wednesday, prior to my fall. Came home Friday. They were out by Sunday.
I’m sitting, carefully, on the couch, Sunday, right before they left. She runs into the living room, desperate to pee or something, damn near throws a 4 day old baby at me and says, “I have to run to the potty, take him.”
Uhhhh. Sure. I’m not injured or anything. I can’t get up from a seated position without help. But yeah, toss a baby at me.
At least they are gone, but I swear, I am at the point where I just despise some people.
They could have left the cute baby, though.
Love to you all. Please continue to share the link if you could. It really helps.
