So, last Friday we had to put the family cat down. Two weeks prior to that, my father (73) had another heart attack from a collapsed bypass artery. Then on Saturday, a day after the cat he comes over to recap his will and wishes and stuff. The following Tuesday (yesterday) work said they were not going to hire me yet as a full employee, but wanted to extend my contract for another 6 months; decision being made on whether I stay or go. Today we get a call that my father in law is being rushed to the hospital for abdominal pain and being prepared for emergency surgery. It was a hernia/intestine issue which they were finally able to resolve without surgery, and he is now being released but needs to rest for a couple days.
If anyone has spare valium, I'll take it off your hands as I'm not sure my brain can handle any more jolts. Jeezus.
...thus ends my rant for the day.