Uncle, May Day and Help

In the past 2 weeks this is what has happened in my world:

A coworker’s only child (daughter) was injured in a wrestling accident and ended up in pediatric ICU, post-craniotomy, on a ventilator and ICP monitor and not moving her left side. Now she is out of ICU, weakly moving her left side, but losing strength in her right side and she has MRSA.

My husband and I agreed to file for divorce. He is now in danger of losing his job, so that’s on “hold”.

One of Daughter’s best friends has been found dead in her dorm room at Washington U in St Louis. Entire community is devastated here. Daughter is a wreck with finals looming as well. No foul play is suspected.

Good friend runs the after school “day care” program for our school district. One of the kids, aged 6, has died at home, cause unknown, but trauma and abuse have been ruled out.

Just got a call from my MIL. My FIL is in ICU.
I have had about 3 hours sleep in the past 24. I am exhausted from worrying about my daughter long distance, making calls for the family and now I have to go to ICU to shore up my MIL.
I need a fucking hug.

Oh, hon! That sucks!

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I am so sorry. I can’t give you a real hug but you are in my thoughts.

big hugs Aww, sweetie, that sucks. You’ll be in my thoughts, mmkay? :frowning:

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Wow. When it rains, it pours. Hang in there.:frowning:

And I thought I had it bad.

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Aw, geez, {{{{rigs}}}} - sweetie, you deserve better.

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You deserve hugs, foot rubs and chocolate.

Oh man, what a hot mess. Hugs - big hugs to you, {{{eleanorigby}}}. I sure hope things get better real soon.

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I’m so sorry. That’s an awful lot of sorrow to get piled on you in such a short span of time.

Hope things start to look up real soon.

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Just … Damn!!
And what **swampy **said. X100.
I’ll be thinking of you.

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You know we’re here for you, rigs. Lots of hugs for you and yours.

GT

Oh I am so sorry. That is just awful to deal with.
Here’s a hug.

Can’t help you with the fucking, but I got a big old bald (okay, peach fuzzy) Orlando(ish) hug heading your way.

Along with the alcoholic beverages of your choice.

Sometimes you are on top of the mountian feeling sunshine on your face. Sometimes you are in the valley and the monkey’s are flinging poo at you.

Here is an umbrella, sweetheart.

I’m sorry, rigs

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Sorry…

Oh, man. Oh man oh man. Hang in there, rigs. We’re all rooting for you to come through this. One moment at a time… and hugs hugs hugs

Aw, man. That’s just … there are no words to describe the depths of crap that is.

HUGE HUGS