Have you ever had “a worst week ever”? A week so bad that you know you will be talking about it for years to come? I just had mine. Well, the worst so far. I hate to think of having another that tops it. I understand that bad things happen to people. Lets face it they have to. It can’t be all rainbows and cupcakes all the time. A little misery is good for the soul sometimes. It makes you appreciate your normal boring life.
Bad thing #1
My week started with my sweet Dad who was recently diagnosed with advanced lung cancer having to have emergency surgery. It was terrible, for me, for him for everyone. I haven’t really ever seen someone come out of surgery on a ventilator before. He looked so helpless and sick. I was scared to death. I aged ten years in one day. He got off the vent on that Monday, I sat with him and played Scrabble against him on his iPad. I actually had a chance of winning since he was on painkillers and kept falling asleep. My Dad is the smartest guy I have ever met and does the New York Times crossword in pen everyday. Finally I had a fighting chance. I got a call from my stepmother the next morning saying that he had crashed in the middle of the night and had to be put back on the Vent. Crap, scared all over again. Skip forward three days still on the vent. I continue to age rapidly and grey hairs start spurting up everywhere. He finally fights hard and can breath on his own. I exhale the breath I have been holding since he was admitted. This is a Friday, I think.
Bad thing #2
After coming home from the hospital I load the kid in my, lets use the word vintage, car to go to a birthday party at a friend’s house. They have been looking forward to this party for weeks. Me too. I need a little fun. It starts to pour down rain. I go to crank the engine and the only key to this dinosaur of a car on the planet proceeds to completely fall apart in my hands rendering the car totally useless. I just stare at the broken parts and start crying. I cry harder than the two small kids in the backseat who were locked and loaded for a jumpy castle and a sugar high. I got out of the car, throw candy in my crying kids mouths and pour a giant bowl of wine for myself.
Bad thing #3
The next day after the car incident we are scheduled to go to a surprise birthday party tennis tournament for a good friend. Sounds fun right? A little tennis, a few cocktails, some laughs. Would have been a blast if it weren’t for one small little detail. My ex-husband (yes I was married before, we all can’t marry our high school sweethearts and live happily ever after) is there working the tournament. How does this happen you ask? Because if you are me the world likes to play cruel jokes on you like firing the tennis pro at the neighborhood club while you are on vacation and hiring your ex. I spit out my coffee when I read the email. What are the odds?
I have been with Fritz (current husband) for over 9 years. I have successfully avoided the two of them meeting. They have never laid eyes on each other. I once ducked under a booth at a restaurant when I saw him walk out of the bathroom. I know what you are thinking, “you are so mature, Wendy”. Well don’t judge until you have been there. It was fine, they met and zero punches or snide remarks were exchanged. I survived a thing I had been dreading for almost ten years. This was just the topping to my awful week.
I got it all out of the way for a while. What was your “Worst Week Ever”?