It’s been awhile since I blogged simply because life has had me so locked up, I have had such little time to do anything other than day to day family sort of things.
We’ve been waiting since Oct to hear from the Indian Res about C’s job. First the background was supposed to take 3 weeks and he would be on force working. Well background apparently took 3 months and in Dec we were told second week in Jan to go to training. THEN the Academy didn’t have room and cancelled the two guys scheduled to go. SO then we were told last week in Jan C would begin work. After talking to the job organizers, we found they were still waiting for Dr. reports. We call Dr. office and ask for the report to be sent asap. Fast forward to this week (almost 2nd week in Feb.) We have been told they haven’t received the Dr. reports STILL (almost two weeks later), and calls aren’t being returned from a “friend” who was the coordinator for this job. It’s all getting very stressful and the anxiety is compounding around here. I try not to press C to find out something everyday but it’s very difficult for me to contain my stress and anxiety. The amount of money I bring in working is not adequate for us to pay all of our bills and I am ashamed to say some bills are behind and credit cards are maxed out.
Now, we have received a letter from VA for C saying his benefits are being reduced from 90% to 70%. Doesn’t sound like much? $700 less a month we will receive. Yikes. On top of that he had a Dr appt with our family physician to work on these forms and she has left the practice. Being the only Dr we know and trust here, its just another straw on the camels back.
Let’s top all this off with coming home from seeing family with a carload of people, chickens in our horse trailer and a wreck locking up the freeway (luckily we were not involved) turned a 3.5 hour trip into 9 hours and a LLLOOONNNNGGG snowy detour. I was in the process of getting sick at this time.. My daughter Boo picked up my “plague” the night before we came home but limited to coughing and fever. However, on this trip home Baby Bug, and Kiwi BOTH begin coughing, running a fever and PUKING!! Lucky for me, I carry barf bags in my cars. Unlucky for me, all bags were used by hour 6 in the trip. A very nice worker at the AG station the second time we were turned around gave me some of their trash bags and saved us for the last few miserable hours. I was fortunate to have good friends, and my husband was driving so I could focus on kids and not being too stressed. Thankfully, we all got home safely from that mess.
So now going on a week not only have I been sick, I have 4 sick kids. My boss in undoubtably pissed at me for being out all week, but really what am I supposed to do? Running a 100+ degree fever, no voice, nauseous, the poops, muscle aches, and a nasty productive cough I am supposed to answer phones and greet customers? With two owners in the office over 80? I am thinking not the best idea ever. I can say my husband has really stepped up, more than I ever expected him to. He has attended to everyone’s needs and whims. Kept us full of fluids, and meds, fixed all meals we needed. In all honesty, we don’t always get along or had the best relationship but I will sing his praises to the highest powers for how good he has been this entire week.
I am hoping as we begin a new week we will get some much needed good news and some of our stress will be relieved.
Quote of the Day: i vai passar (I will get through)