FML

I wrote out a super long post discussing the clusterfuck that was our vacation, but I can't even deal. The Cape and Islands were lovely and we actually had a nice time considering. But I naively forgot to leave myself, my life, and my luck at home.

In brief, the week began with an urgent trip to an unknown clinic. We then got to wait all week for test results and get an Rx at $9/pill ($180 total). At the end of the week, their/our worst fears were confirmed. I have a lifelong chronic illness (that came out of nowhere) that could impact future pregnancies, that I now get to add to the mix.

I then heard midweek via my sister that our beloved g-ma K (who recently moved to WI to rehab from knee surgery) has terminal lymphoma after getting sick one night after dinner and undergoing weeks in the hospital for exhaustive tests. She is 93, and without this, would likely live a long long time. She is opting not to have chemo (which would only likely give her a few extra months, but make her sick from the start), and let it run its course. She has been given just a few months to live.

And for good measure, I fell on an divot in the parking lot as we were returning our condo keys. On my knees, my hands, and wait for it... my face.

Where does one go to recover from a vaca like that? Needless to say, I needed to work from home today to try to build up the courage to go back to the office.