Not really a rant, so I didn’t bother with the Pit. Thus, the censored MPSIMS topic.
From the WTF is going on file, the last two weeks of my life. Hell, I’ll start three weeks back:
Wednesday, January 1st: While swerving to avoid a car that cut me off on the freeway, I cut off a Nissan Pathfinder that subsequently loses control and rolls. No one is hurt and the police just list me as a witness as it was the Civic who caused the mess, but it understandably frays a few nerves.
Tuesday, January 7th: One of my student’s brothers (age 19) is shot and killed by police when he unwisely waves a gun at them following a chase.
Sunday, January 12: A 4th grader from my school is killed in a car accident, ejected from her car when her mom loses control of the high-profile SUV in high desert winds. Later that evening, the 3-year-old younger brother of one of our students is hit by a a car and killed.
Tuesday, January 14: We are notified that someone is using our credit cards fraudulently. The police report is filed for identity theft. Over the next several days, several more compromised cards pop up and all account numbers are changed. No lasting damage of any kind, but a hassle and a half. I came home ready to cry and grieve for my grandmother last Friday and had to deal with another round of stressful phone calls relating to this. Repeat for Tuesday the 20th.
Thursday, January 16: My grandmother dies. That’s pretty much enough for any week, month, or year.
Wednesday, January 22: Henry, my pet corn snake, is taken to a vet hospital, most likely never to be returned. His cancer is back. He’s “just” a snake…but it broke my heart.
Later that day, I go to ride my horse. She seems a bit dull, then coughs up a storm when I trot her under saddle. She’s sick. Thankfully, there’s not fever–it’s just a cold–but frick. It’s just something else.
Today, Friday January 24: The letter I sent to my grandmother while she was still in the hospital…the letter where I say my goodbyes, my I love yous, my I Thank God For Yous…is returned to me. She never saw it. It said the address was incorrect, but I don’t understand. I called the hospital and got it directly from them. I’d told my parents to please bury the letter with her if it came after, but I couldn’t even do that. Now I have this heart breaking piece of paper back at my home.
The other night I went to bed and had the weirdest reaction. Right as I was falling asleep, I started crying. Then I started sobbing. It’s like as soon as I stopped, it all caught up with me.
I can’t wait for February.