You all know the old saying. When there’s bad news there’s a lot of bad news.
Oh. That’s not the saying?
Well, it’s close, eh?
My friend’s Dad is in the hospital in intensive care again. He’s been progressively improving since October when he had a spot that could have turned into an aneurism. He was in rehab, but is now back in the hospital in bad shape. I hate to see my friend so unhappy! This is too much stress. Stress not good. Stress does NOT make anyone a happy camper.
Another acquaintance’s husband passed away last week. While, I can’t say that I was ever on the best terms with her, and sometimes even wanted to strangle her for her weird passive-agressive nature, I worked with her for a number of years and know that she was really devoted to her husband. It’s a blow that I wouldn’t wish on anyone. Friend. Enemy. Or frenemy.
Last, but certainly not least, my husband’s cousin had a stroke. I found this out while we were waiting for his Dad to go into surgery for his knee. Only 26. Just married. Just graduated and started working as a nurse maybe a year ago. Tragedy. Shock and dismay. A massive bleed. Deep in her brain. First thing I think? It’s almost better that she doesn’t wake up. I think this, but knowing that some people already see me as a cold-hearted witch try to refrain from saying it out loud. I just know that I wouldn’t want to live out the rest of my days unable to move, talk or really do anything.
Quality. Of. Life. That’s all I’m saying.
These and some other things are the reason I’m saying – enough is enough already. No. More. Bad. News.
and thank you
with whipped cream
and cherries on top