My car had a coronary. Lucky for me, a fuel pump transplant was possible, and Callie is now back in working order.
My kid sprained her ankle. She'd just hung up the phone with me as she was walking back from class, and she tripped off the edge of the sidewalk. For a bit, we thought it might be broken, but thank goodness, it was just a sprain. Gimpy girl is on her feet, limping from class to class - perhaps a little bent, but unbowed.
Max got in another fight and once again managed to go all abscessy on me. Plus, according to the vet, he tore a muscle. So, he's in rehab.
Yesterday, I ate something that not only disagreed with me, it argued.
And then today I woke up with a massive sinus headache.
Still, I haven't had the worst time of it. A friend of mine's cat died. It might seem like a small thing in the scheme of the universe, but I know it hurt her. I can't imagine how much pain I would've felt if I'd reached into Max's box to find him more than injured. That kind of put it all in perspective. No matter how craptastic my life has been, all my loved ones are with me. We have a roof over our heads, we have food and warmth, we have a paycheck coming in, all our debts are paid and our bills are current. Life, as weird as it can be sometimes, ain't so bad here after all.
I just need to remember whenever a little shitstorm hovers over my head that this too shall pass.