Saturday, August 8, 2009

On the subject of "needing therapy"

Therapist is busy... so I will blog instead.

My son is on a cross country camping trip that he signed up for and has been looking forward to for months. Now, 6 days in, he has had kids picking on him, has lost his camera, has gone through a tornado watch and is so upset he wants us to fly out to pick him up and bring him home.

Our house is on the market as we have found a dream house very close by. It is everything we need in a house. Meanwhile, we have put a large amount of money into our own house to get it sold, and so far, it's the market we thought it might be... so I don't know what will happen.
When one of the real estate agents called us and told us that he was going to visit today between 3:30 and 5 PM, my wife and I decided that it would be a good idea to go take some measurements at the new house... just in case it all works out. My daughter was at a friend's house, and said that she wanted to have a sleepover... leaving my wife and I alone for an evening for the first time in a long time.

We returned home and the agent had not arrived and had not left a message. When I called the agent, he announced he was on his way and would be there in minutes. My wife had left to pick up the daughter who no longer wanted a sleep over. We had to get the dog out of the house again, and could not leave the injured (neck) dog in the house because nothing says "buy me" like a house with a high pitched whining dog.

The wife returns home and helps me get the dogs so the wife, daughter, dogs all pack up and go to Grandma's house to allow the viewing.

At Grandma's house, her dog had left a piece of rawhide on the floor which our injured dog decided to pick up and chew and start choking on, so when I went to go try to help him he bit me, thankfully not breaking the skin. He coughed it up and them decided to chew it again and swallow it and coughed. Now, my daughter is trying to help, not hearing me in saying that she will need some protection to do that. He bites her and inflicting a puncture wound on the finger.
This was while my son was on the phone freaking out over the tornado watch which was in the area of where he was camping, which I assured him was okay, as I had lived through many tornado watches in Texas and South Carolina, and checked the local weather there to see that the chance of rain was only 30 percent.

Meanwhile, my daughter's doctor says she needs to be taken to the emergency room for xrays. The Vet bills on the dog were already in the 700 dollar range, and who knows what this will be.
And this call comes after a trip to the doctor's office myself where I am having numbness throughout my left side around my waist, and which apparently is a textbook precursor to shingles. I asked the doctor if stress could cause this and he just laughed.

Happily, he said that I seem to be having the symptoms but not the rash, so I may be out of the woods. However, when I am stressed, there is a pretty intense pain in my side. So needless to say, I am waiting for the pain to hit.

So... how are you doing?

Yours truly,
Johnny Blogger

1 comment:

Amanda said...

Yowza Jon! When it rains, it pours! Try to stay positive - I'm sure your son will be ok. As much as it sucks, going through those experiences without your parents around to bail you out and save the day is an invaluable lesson that will stick with him. I know when I was a dorky teenager and had to fend for myself, I learned a lot about who I was, and what I DIDN'T want to be (i.e., those kids who mercilessly picked on me at every opportunity).
I'm so sorry about the pooch! What happened? If you need a dog watcher, I work from home and can help out if you need it during showings. It scares me to think that Dexter could get that kind of injury, which might be more likely since we got a taller bed that he keeps trying to jump on - and he just ricochets off. I remember what a PAIN IN THE ASS it was when I was selling my condo in Colorado, and I had to leave on a Realtor's whim... which meant I had to do turbo-cleaning and round up all of my animals (four cats at the time) and herd them all into the car - all while working remotely from my vehicle! lol. The most memorable of those trips was when one cat decided to hide under the bed, and when I was lunging for her - I caught my arm on the bed frame and tore my skin just above my elbow open. So I'm bleeding out in my car, pissed off at my cats, and dreading that I had to get stitches and a tetanus shot. Luckily, I figured out by then I could park just out of sight of my house in a car full of yowling, pitiful cats, and watch when the realtor came and left.
It's tough when humor doesn't fix things, especially when that fix is outside of your control.
Maybe this will make you feel better - a few years ago, Mike tested positive for strep in a blood test, but didn't have a sore throat or anything. What he DID have was a big red circle on his rear that we affectionately called "strep butt". He just tested positive for staph in his blood. So now he has staph-butt. It COULD be worse!