Without challenging the Gods here, last week just may have been the worst week ever. Or that’s what I thought. Jedi’s PICU stay and diagnosis, then our car broke down on Friday. Just to add insult to injury, I awoke Saturday morning with what I randomly assumed was a spider bite on my foot. Covered in dried blood. It was such a trivial ridiculous nothing in comparison, but it was the end of my rope.
Looking for an answer that morning, I did what someone should never, ever do, under any circumstances.
I Googled “spider bite”.
This was before 8 a.m., mind you. If I had eaten breakfast yet, I may have lost it. The huge, gaping wounds and rotting flesh and venom-filled limbs in need of amputation I subjected myself to. Spiders, spiders everywhere. Hundreds and hundreds of them. If I didn’t have a phobia before, I do now.
I couldn’t turn away.
Horrible, no good, very bad, nightmares.
That was my perspective. It could have been worse. I still have my foot. My son may have to take medicine, but he should still live a long and healthy life. Our car is still in pieces in our driveway, but it’s fixable with a lot of work. In the meantime, a wonderful friend let us borrow their vehicle until ours is working again. Last week sucked, for sure, but all things considered, it could have been worse.