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 |   One writer's journey |
 She sat down at her old wooden desk, pen at the ready. Her thoughts raced. What shall I write today? Tilting her head to the side, a small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth before enveloping her delicate face. The purple ink began to fill the once blank sheet, each stroke a labor of pure joy as the words flowed from her mind, her heart, her very soul.  My Dreams... to write of romance and endless love to love without boundaries to learn from past mistakes to laugh with all my heart to be the woman I am meant to be  TODAY... I will reach for the stars Will not give up Will give all that I have Dare to dream the impossible dream For anything in this life is possible   <---I am blown away by this    |
| Never speak the words...it can't get any worse, because I'm here to tell you, YES IT CAN! So R's helper went to the doctor last Thursday. We knew he was going and that he was getting sick. Next thing I know, R has a sore throat, fever, chills, wicked cough on Friday. He came home from work, ate soup and crashed. I knew there was no way I'd escape whatever he had. He never thought it could be Covid. I mean we hadn't had that in two years. My throat was burning Thursday and Friday it was progressively getting worse. Another sign. R gets a zpack from his Friday telehealth visit, because our dr never wants us in office if we're sick. I had an extra antibiotic because of a previous infection that was difficult to get rid of, so I figured, this sinus infection I need to take care of ASAP. That was Saturday. I was completely whipped, hardly moving from my chair. Sunday I spent the entire day in bed I was so physically exhausted. Our poor kid was avoiding us like the plague. Who could blame him? I left work early Monday, I couldn't handle it. Turned a corner that night, so Tuesday wasn't too bad. On Wednesday, the helper tells us how his mother and grandmother tested positive for Covid. I swear I wanted to hurt that kid. I couldn't help myself last night, took the test since I knew if I was positive, it would still be in my system. Yep. Positive. By this time Danny is now sick, no avoiding that in this house. I drag him to the dining room, positive too. So it can't be a false positive for me like R believes. And then today, as we are all back at work and I'm getting ready to head home, Danny tells me there's a problem in the bathroom. Water is coming out of the toilet. Can't find the plunger. I remember it's in the public bathroom I'd closed off last week because some idiot flushed the roll of toilet paper and it took a lot of effort to clear that shit. I unlock that door, grab the plunger, useless. This is the bathroom we all use at work. It's a problem. Hubby sends me home, nothing I can do anyway. Driving home he calls to tell me the water is now coming up through the floor drain. In both bathrooms. It's a disaster. We had single digits today so he's thinking the sewer is frozen. I call the city, they come out, try to investigate, get nowhere. Hubby comes home, can't reach the plumber. The store is still open, I keep getting pictures of the water level, wondering if it will get worse during the night after we close. The city will be back out tomorrow. All I know is, yes, T, it can, and it will get worse. |
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So sorry for your family's loss, T. I've been through that sadness with the loss of a couple expected grandchildren. It's a terrible loss. 
I'll just say you and I are on the same wave length!
