When it rains, it pours

I usually don't like rain analogies because they tend to be negative and I LOVE rain. But last week sucked and it was raining the whole time.

My husband was out of town (his first trip since moving here) and everything that could go bad did. Some of it was minor--like me having to go to another school concert by myself. I know it's whiney, but it gets tiresome being alone in an auditorium with no one to lean over and whisper, "Hey, there she is."

Then Sarah's track jacket was stolen. It was recovered. But she was very disappointed to find out that someone on her own team had stolen it. And this was after she had let this girl borrow it because she was sick. Again nothing too major.

Then Wednesday night John did something stupid and we ended up in the Emergency Room from 10 until 5:30 a.m. Fortunately the ER was pretty empty so Sarah got to sleep in a room, but I was pretty stressed out and only got about 20 minutes rest.

I crawled into bed around 6:30 and the phone rang at 10:30. It was the Breast Care Center asking me to come in for repeat imaging (I had my mamogram the week before). I explained that I would be at the BCC on Monday and could see them then and the woman replied that the first appointment would be November 19--three weeks away. I hung up the phone thinking it must not be a big deal when the woman called me back asking me to come in on Tuesday instead. SOOOO, with only a few hours sleep, my mind jumped to the worse conclusions and I have been stressed ever since.

I should get the results immediately after my appointment today. I am taking the sunny days as an omen of good things to come.