I sure do cry easy these days and if you knew me before (as in before everyone around me simultaneously crisis-ed) you will know that I historically cried easily (thank you long distance telephone service commercials and Bambi) and the thought of me crying easily-er is just mind blowing, as in, will there ever be a time when I am not crying? Not many. That's all. Current status: My life.
I had a really good sob when I opened the bill from the utopian plumber. I have an outdoor bathroom that he blows out each fall and gets going again each spring. When I spoke with him about this fall we talked about the husband's crazy brain diagnosis and also I told him how the guy who does "property management" around the lake tried to rip us off and now I don't want him to be anywhere near our house this winter and he had his own story about the crooked property management guy. When his bill came in the mail it said I didn't owe him anything and that he just wanted to express his hopes that things get better around here for us. SOB SOB SOB. People ask me all of the time what they can do for me/us and I honestly tell them there is nothing anyone can do and then this gesture just brought me to my knees. I was touched.
I'm sitting around waiting for a moment for when I suddenly realize the medicine for the anaplasmosis is working and I feel more energy than a worm again. (and by worm, I mean the kind of worm that gets washed onto the pavement during a heavy storm and then fried in the sun the next day) My moment has not come yet. Also, I am totally craving anything chocolate and oranges. I think this means I need potassium.