Sometimes life throws us a curve ball, and sometimes life throws us several curve balls all at once. When that happens, all we can do is try our best to cope with the situation and trust that things will eventually get better.
Last Thursday, I went to the animal shelter where I volunteer and signed the papers to foster Stanley, a Beagle-mix that was sick with kennel cough. He’s a sweet dog, and I knew he would get better much faster at our house. I was also hoping that if everything went well, I’d be able to adopt him once he was healthy. So I loaded Stanley in my car and headed for home. Halfway there, I realized he was peeing all over the car seat (thank goodness I’d thought to cover it with pee-pads). I told him to stop, which he did. Unfortunately, he promptly threw up instead. And not just on the pee-pads.
These things happen, so I was annoyed, but not too upset. I put him in the back yard, pulled on some rubber gloves and cleaned up the mess. It took awhile since the vomit managed to seep into almost every nook and cranny in the car (I had to use a toothpick to scrape it away from the gear shift), but by the time I was finished, no one would ever know a dog had used the front seat of my car as his personal toilet.
My grandson had been sick with RSV since Wednesday, and I was planning to babysit for him on Friday. But his symptoms worsened dramatically, so we ended up taking him the emergency room on Friday morning where they promptly admitted him to the hospital. The next two days were a blur of very little sleep, trying to help my daughter and son-in-law without being intrusive, and a whole lot of worry. There is just something so wrong about a baby in a hospital gown.
And just to make things even more interesting, our furnace decided to quit working Friday night, on the eve of what promised to be the coldest day of the year. The good news was a service man was able to come to our house first thing Saturday morning. The bad news was that we needed a part that cost $1,300 and wasn’t going to be available until Monday, or possibly Tuesday. All I can say is that I’m very grateful for space heaters.
So, one way or another, it’s been a rough weekend and a very long week. But life is nothing but a series of ups and downs, and things are finally on the upswing. Our grandson got to come home last Sunday afternoon, and a few days later was back to his normal happy, healthy self. Our furnace is working again. The foster dog has settled in nicely and appears to be housebroken. Even the nasty cold that I managed to catch mid-week is starting to fade, making me hope that I might actually get to enjoy the upcoming Thanksgiving holiday.
If I’d had my way, most of the events of the past week would never have happened. But they did, and the good thing is, we got through them. In the process, we were reminded that we’re stronger and more resilient than we thought, and that we have many people we can count on for support when we need them. And that gives me hope for the next time life throws a curve ball our way…..