Ever have one of those weeks where nothing goes right? I'm having one of them.
I like to pull out my tarot cards every one and a while and have a look at their predictions for fun. My latest reading should have warned me that this was coming. My reading was chock full of swords--lots of the negative ones, and the positive ones were all reversed (giving them a negative quality). In Tarot, according to bellaonline.com "Positive characteristics associated with this suit include strength, authority, courage, and ambition and a desire and opportunity to travel. Above all, Swords indicate a desire to seek the truth and it is this desire to call a "spade a spade" that gives rise to the conflict aspect of this suit. Negative connotations include conflict, animosity, pain, anger and aggression."
I don't neccessarily put much stock in tarot cards, but I am definetely not in my happy place right now.
I'm still waiting to get my test results back from the doctor. It's maddening when you know something's wrong, but don't know what. I'm trying to remain calm, because I have great faith in modern medicine. I just don't like surprises and I'm naturally impatient, so I'm in my own kind of private hell right now as long as I'm in the dark about what's going on.
But I'm not the only one around here in medical limbo. When Tom took our pets to the vet, they all had to get geriatric blood tests, and the vet strongly suspecs our cat has a thyroid condition. We're waiting on those test results too.
And yesterday, when Tom took he boys to the playground so I could mop the floor, Sam tripped on the equipment and cut his chin open on a bolt. He and Tom spent about 3 hours in the emergency room yesterday getting that fixed up (surgical glue, and not stitches, thank god), and nowwe have to watch Sam like hawks so he doesn't 1) remove the bandage, 2) pick at the scab, or 3) fall and reopen the wound. This sounds easy, but he's 4. He doesn't want to sit calmly-he wants to run and slide on his face.
Today John is acting like he feels under the weather. He's been a little whiney all morning and keeps telling me his mouth hurts. He has acouple of little blisters in his mouth, so I'm guessing some sort of a virus. In any case, there's not much I (or a doctor) can do for him.
And all these doctor/ER visits haven't been cheap. Without adding in my co-pays for the office visit, blood tests, and ultrasound, we spent $750 on the pets and Sam--and right before our supposed-to-be-special anniversary trip to Salem, which is now going to be a lesson in frugality. Plus there are all the getting-ready-for-winter costs we're about to accrue (like buying a cord of wood, replacing a cracked window pane, and buying a new basement window).
I try really hard to keep our spending to a bare minimum, and splurge very very little, and it's this sort of thing that you can't really plan for that drives me up a wall.
If there's a silver lining in all this spending, it's my grocery stockpile in the basement. I've been doing it long enough now that I can really pull way back on my spending. We have enough groceries in house to go several weeks (and possibly a month) without needing to buy anything except perishables.
And I'm grateful that there is good medical care readily available to us and the pets. The money we spend to get to the bottom of nagging health issues is money well spent as far as I'm concerned. It's better to nip these things in the bud.
Plus, even though he isn't feeling well, John is using the potty prety regularly now and staying dry between trips. Today he even told me he needed to go first. I can't believe how grown up he's become since we moved here.
So despite this little funk we're in, good things are still happening. I'm hopeful that they will soon start outweighing the bad.