Upside down (A.K.A. thank g-d for the internet)
What do you do when everything gets flipped upside down, when things are topsy-turvy? How do you cope when everything changes from how it was before? How many more metaphors can I use? I really do feel like someone pulled the rug out from under us. Sometimes trite is true.
I don’t even know where to begin. I don’t know how I am going to write about all of this, or if I should.
Can I even write an entire post? I have the attention span of a gnat right now. I can’t read a book. I can’t even pay attention to an entire episode of Orange is the New Black. Thank g-d for the internet. Send me all your LOLcats and autocorrect fails. I need them.
It’s a mess. I had to be in three places at the same time last week and it almost broke me. Now we’re down to two, and I still can’t manage very well. My fuse is so short. I’ve had a sore throat almost the entire time, like the worst sore throat I’ve ever had. But I can’t take care of myself right now. I have to nurse someone else. And try to maintain a semblance of normalcy for the kids.
Will life always be marked as before September 25th 2013, and after September 25th 2013? Or will this turn out to be a mere blip on our radar, a funny story for dinner with friends? I don’t know anything right now.
Well, except that I have wonderful friends and family. Family who have entertained the kids when I’ve had to be at the hospital. Friends who drive dinner across the city and friends who send gift cards and friends who check in day or night. Many of these friends I actually met on the internet. Huh. I did not expect the theme of this post to be thank g-d for the internet.
So you’re kind of wrong, Louis CK. I needed my phone in my hand this past week and a half. I needed to say into it “what the hell is going on with my husband?” And for a friend to make sure I was taking him to hospital. And to update that friend and more that completely unexpectedly, the ER figured out he’d had a seizure and broken his shoulder very badly. And for me to not sit and be alone when he wasn’t coherent, because it’s not good to be alone like that. Being distracted from sadness and hospital waiting boredom and, frankly, despair was about the only thing that got me through the last week and a half. My friends, family and my phone.
I think I have more to say. I’ll write as I can. The story is still unfolding. (And I may have to throw some sponsored posts into the middle of it, just to really disrupt it. You don’t anticipate a family emergency when you agree to do these things.)