You know the kind of week I mean. The kind of week that makes you wonder if there is enough Calgon in the world to actually take you away to an exotic beach. The kind of week that makes you want to lock yourself in your house, stay in your jammies, and watch Chick Flicks for seven straight days. The kind of week that makes you thankful that there isn't a chocolate factory within one-hundred miles of your house because you would drive there and eat your way through the entire warehouse.
It started on Monday. My sweet SIL, Lori (scrappinglori to my fellow bloggers and SCSers), was enjoying a wonderful ski trip in Tahoe with her family. The short version of a long story is that she had a bad fall, broke her right femur in three places, and had to have a titanium rod put in for her femur's entire length. She had hoped to go home yesterday, but she lost so much blood on the operating table that she is anemic and her blood pressure is extremely low. So she is still in the hospital in Tahoe. Lori won't be able to walk on it for two months. Please pray for Lori's recovery.
Tuesday brought the news that the 18-year-old son of a high school friend and his wife was killed in a car accident on Sunday. I am simply heartbroken about this. I truly understand the depth of their despair~it is something others cannot really grasp unless they, too, have buried a child. I have not been able to get them off of my mind. I know what this week has been like for them. Please pray for strength and comfort for our friends.
Thursday required an emergency visit to the vet with my dog, Indy. It addition to his chronic dry eye issue (which has caused him to be nearly blind) and his chronic eye and ear infections, he now has a bladder full of stones, as well as a stone in his urethra. He is undergoing surgery as I write this. I am praying that the surgery and bloodwork don't reveal any additional issues.
And then, to top it off, this is the first week of March~so not my favorite week. What I wouldn't give to share just one birthday with Kyle...
Miss Emma Grace: beyond doubt, a blessing straight from the hand of God. Just thinking about her puts a smile on my face and a song in my heart.
So maybe I don't need the beach, jammies, movies, or chocolate after all.
Though one little Bordeaux from See's would be nice...
Off to get a hug from you-know-who!