I should have figured it would all eventually catch up to me, right? I've had such an easy go of life over the last few years (I mean, not including my 20s, I guess) compared to some people. You will always find people worse off than you so there's no point in compaining, I suppose. At least I have a roof over my head and money in the bank. But hot damn, when shit hits the fan it really does, doesn't it? Like, could we not like, you know, spread out the bad luck over a couple of years? Did it all have to happen at the same time?
So besides the fact that my mom is in the hospital with an unknown ailment, undisagnosed for several months, and my dad is sick at the same time and still kind of recovering from quadruple bypass heart surgery back in April, our amazing cat Daisy (who is Patrick's but now also mine by proxy) was recently diagnosed with metestatic lung cancer and has only months to live. There's nothing we can do for her but love on her and keep her comfortable until it's time we make the hard decision to say goodbye. She is 18, so she's had a good, long life, but the road ahead will not be easy, and it breaks both our hearts to know that we'll have to see her begin to suffer soon and need to decide when to say goodbye.
And now to top that beautiful cake, my little toe did the splits on a piece of furniture and I heard a pretty sickening crack. Although it didn't hurt any worse than it usually would when I do that, the crack is what sold me that something was definitely wrong. Plus, it continued to hurt after the fact and it started to bruise between my toes. Oddly enough, it didn't hurt when I pulled my toes apart, but only if I applied pressure downward or moved them in an upward way. I had tried to go to urgent care Sunday night to get it taken care of but it was too late. It was 6pm and they were already seeing 8 people, so I was turned away. It wasn't serious enough to go to the ER for, so they told me to come back at 8am on Monday.
So now I'm missing work, and even at 7:45am I'm the 4th person in line. It's crazy. Before Covid, as medical professionals, we'd get super annoyed at people going to the ER for stupid, not emergent things and clogging up emergency staff for shit that aren't ememrgencies, like stubbed toes. This is what urgent care is for, we'd say. Well, now it's working, and we see the result. People know now that Covid is clogging the ER, and they're also afraid to go to the ER, plus they're going to UC for Covid symtoms, so the UC is being overrun and it certainly shows.
Anyway, turns out I have a small fracture in one of the bones further up my toe, which is why my actual pinkie toe doesn't seem to hurt at all, and I have to wear this sandle that's supposed to keep my foot flat but all it actually does is make my foot extremely cold, as if my feet weren't cold enough :-\ I mean, at least it doesn't hurt unless I step wrong, so there's that. But I gotta wear this sandle for 4-6 weeks ffs.
Work isn't taking it easy on me either. Being in healthcare right now is a shitshow. Everyone is understaffed everywhere. And when you work in cancer, everything is now-now-now, and nothing can be done in a timely fashion when everyone is understaffed - including your own clinic. Now people here are leaving for better opportunities, and I'll be stuck doing the job of 3 people, and I need to be highly medicated in order to make it through the next few months.
So like, can Murphy leave me alone now for a little bit and go bug someone else? Kthxbi.
