posted on Jun, 6 2006 @ 11:53 PM
Last Feb, my first marriage broke up. April, my father was in the hospital with a bladder infection when I went to the Philippines, while I was gone,
in one day my mother went into ICU and was placed in a medically induced coma, my uncle had a stroke, and my aunt was told that the cut in her
leg was turning gangrenous and she might have to lose it.
My mother spent three weeks in ICU, two weeks in Progressive Care, 10 days in Rehab, then went to where my brother lived at the time and spend 8 weeks
doing rehab. She was FINALLY able to go back to work in November. In the meantime, my father has entered stage 2 Alzheimers, had a really hard time
with his catheter while my mother was in the hospital, and was completely unwilling to keep his diabetes and other meds under control.
I was diagnosed with clinical depression (probably have had it for the last 15+ years), was put on zoloft to treat it, and ended up slicing my wrists.
I have 5 superficial cuts on one, three on the other, and one that needed 8 stitches that hit the artery.
I got remarried, and my ex has been doing a good job of hurting that one, and I admit that I've done things to hurt it too. So that one is falling
apart as we speak, I lost my $41,000/year job in September, and JUST started working about 3 weeks ago, part time at a $6.00/hour job making
sandwhiches at Arby's. My credit rating sucks, I had to move here to live with family just so that I can survive. I have to somehow find a way to
support my wife, and save $700 to that I can go to truck driving school near here, because my uncle has decided that it's stupid to go to the one
that I already have financing for, because he doesn't understand that I'm not paying the loan back in any way, and it's tuition reimbursement.
My parents came home one day in January, and said "Oh, by the way have you heard anything about your sister? She's in the operating room having her
spleen taken out." They were on vacation, and she was hit by a snowboarder and her spleen ruptured, but they didn't find out about it for several
hours of her bleeding out. They put 8 units of blood into her, and kept her in ICU overnight on a ventilator.
So we're currently up to 16 months with absolutely no sign whatsoever of things getting better.
Does all that count as fate being against me?
Edit to add: They managed to save my aunts leg, but she got sicker and sicker and went on Dialisys, and eventually passed away in late summer, or
early fall of last year.
[edit on 6/7/2006 by Zaphod58]