davehidden

I hate this month. From the very beginning it has been shit. It started with such simple things. Things my wife often sits back and laughs at me for getting so annoyed with them. She says I have luck like Charlie Chaplin. Funny to everyone but him. See, I had a leaky roof. I got a whole new roof put on the first of April. $4,300 some odd dollars. What the hell, I needed it. So no more leaks. Things should be looking up. So we are watching a movie. For no reason at all, the lens in my glasses just falls out. Fine. Annoying, yet easy to repair. Another night, another film. This one we get to where there is only about 15 minutes or so left. The rental craps out. Wont work. I still have no clue how this movie ends now. Fuck it, whatever. So my trip back to the homeland of Chicago nears. We prep ourselves. We notice my dog isn't looking so well. She just turned 9 in March. So the next day my wife calls me at work and says she isn't seemingly well. She takes her to the vet. She has whip worm. A bad little thing that is hard to get rid of. Fine, she gets a treatment, some meds and comes back home. That night we need to wash clothing for our trip. Of course the washer breaks in the middle of a load. A few hours later, we get it running and finnish up. The next day we will finish getting ready for the trip and leave in the morning. My dog is really not well, not eating or drinking. So we call the vet, they say to try and get her to drink fluids. It's a no go, so we bring her to the vet after I get off work. She is in serious need of fluids, so they have me leave her over night to have an IV and watch her. The next morning I call, she seems much better, but still wont eat. Otherwise all looks good. So I decide to go on our trip and leave some contact info with them. My mother-in-law will pick her up in another day or so. I make Chicago hoping my bad karma will stay in KY. We call my mother-in-law and she had fallen down the stairs, but nothing major. Lucky. That night we are asleep at my folks appartment. My daughter wakes me scared and wants to sleep with me. Cool. Then I hear a noise. Water. I ask Lyric if she used the bathroom, and she says no. I go into the bathroom and what do I find!? The assholes above us flooded their bathroom, didn't know it, and water is pouring in all the vents. I get buckets and wake the folks. We try to get someone upstairs to answer with no luck. It eventually stops a few hours later. Enter Good Friday. Mother-in-law calls. My dog died overnight at the vet. Now I am 7 hours away and left her there and my fucking head is going to explode. My dog is like my first child. More important to me than most other things. So now my trip is tainted with sorrow and guilt. We get through Easter for the kid and folks and head home. My dog is on ice in a vet. I have to wait until tomorrow to pick her up to take her to be creamated (fuck spelling). I haven't had proper closure yet. I am losing my mind iwthout her here. Coming home from a trip and not having her welcome me was the worst feeling I have ever known. Ugh, so this aweful month will continue on. Not to mention Friday the 13th in a few days. I am most likely totally fucked. Trust me, I have even left shit out of this story. Stuff such ass my wifes aunt was on her way here a few days ago and is now in a hospital in Indy for heart/stress issues. Not sure what will happen there yet. Work has been hell lately. I threw my back out early in the month and it keeps getting better and worse to this very minute. We had tornados last week. You know, I am not one at all to fish about for sympathy, so don't get me wrong here. I don't want to make anyone feel sorry for me. I am just at my wits end with all this shit. It must get better soon or I wont make it. Anyway, sorry to anyone who actually made it this far into this mess. I wish I left the roof alone. Now I have no use for my buckets. I also try very hard to smile through this shit. I even made many angry with me, because when I told them about my dog, I said that she died on Good Friday, so I hope to see her back by Sunday. Not something most in the land of Churches find very funny. I also did not like the cost of urns to put my dogs ashes in and asked if I could bring them a box of zip locks. Sick, but I need to laugh, and my dog knows me and my ways. She was more accepting of me than any other. Ok, really, I am done here for the moment.