Man this month has been a month from heck. I feel like I just need someone to wrap me up. It’s been hell on earth for me. There’s been so much that’s happened I just want to cry…ugh
Sending positive vibes your way 🌌
(We’ve all been there , and / or going through it right now)
I went thru that this week, at least in my mind. If you have an opportunity to get outside do that. Even to just sit. Try to say hello to everyone who passes by if you can make yourself. And go ahead and cry. Vent to me in a DM if you want. I know that only does so much. Just remember you always get past this feeling even if it takes longer than usual
I'm not suggesting that you haven't had a tough month. On the contrary, I'm suggesting you tell us a little bit about it, let it out. But this story, about the Worst Day In The History Of The Universe No Really It Was Even Worse Than That One, might cheer you up. It's completely true. Strap yourselves in, folks.
Once upon a time I met a nice a lady at a party. A stranger joined our conversation and mentioned that she'd had a really bad day. "No, you haven't," said my new friend. "Let me tell you about the worst day I ever had and then you can decide if you had a bad day or not."
So, on that bad day, the first thing was that the boiler packed up during the night. They all woke up to no heating, no hot water. Obviously it was the middle of winter and yes, she did have two young children. Annoying, but no biggie. C'est la vie.
Went to doctor's appointment to receive routine test results. Hadn't twigged that being brought in to receive routine test results means that they aren't routine. "Bit of a surprise here I'm afraid. You have cancer" they said.
In a daze, went on to work as planned. Boss called her in for a meeting. "Nothing personal but we're letting you go."
Goes back to her desk to find a note saying, call the care home where your mum lives - it's urgent. Well that's a bit worrying. So she rings, worried, and the voice says, "I'm sorry to inform you that your mother has died."
It isn't even lunchtime yet.
Mother was elderly but not in especially poor health so this news had come as something of a shock, to add to the existing daze. Anyway, she's driving to the care home on autopilot when the phone rings. She has the hands-free kit set up so she can answer it. "Hallo, it's the paramedic here on your husband's phone. We're taking him to hospital in the ambulance. Drop whatever you are doing and get here as fast as you can."
The paramedic's tone of voice was unmistakable so she drives through red lights and straight across roundabouts. Husband unconscious with a broken back, but still alive. He's fallen off a roof at work.
Well the day calmed down a little after that. By 10pm she was back home standing by the front door, having seen the last of the [freezing cold] visitors off the premises. The children were staying with a friend; the boiler man was coming tomorrow; an undertaker had been engaged; HR had confirmed that even though she had been given month's notice she was still entitled to three days compassionate leave for the death of a parent; and her husband was being operated on overnight and would she go home, get some sleep and ring in at 7am.
She was trying to figure out what she still had to do before attempting to get that sleep when the doorbell rang. Instinctively - because you don't answer the door late at night unless you're expecting somebody - she opened it. It was her husband's teenage son from a previous relationship, who she had met but didn't know. He was standing there in his school uniform, no coat, and what seemed really odd was that he didn't even have a schoolbag.
"Is my dad in?" He asked. Shit. He hasn't heard the news. "Well no, actually he isn't." "Oh ... well, it's just ... I was wondering if I could stay here tonight. My mum has said she doesn't love me any more and I have to find somewhere else to live."
So that was the worst day ever.
I met her six months later. The husband was alive, and well enough to be left alone for the evening - in fact this was her first night out. The boiler, I'm happy to say, was fixed. The boy was living with them, as happily as might be expected. A new job had been found and the cancer was in remission. Oh, and the mother was still dead.