So just because my life wasn't crappy enough right now, don't I come out of school (of which it is taking every ounce of strength to go to) and my bicycle had been stolen. I love my bike, I drive it everywhere, and was going to be my only form of exercise this semester because of my work load, and now its gone. Imagine me taking public transit at a time that I really should not be standing on a subway platform. I hope whoever stole it gets run over by a bus and then he is the first patient that I have to help tomorrow (after taking the streetcar to the hospital) and I will just simply know that he is the person and I will cause him great deal of pain while cleaning his wound and getting the gravel out of his extensive road rash that will disfigure him for life. I wouldn't be doing anything to betray nonmaleficence because I still plan on treating him, it isn't my fault that his injuries are painful.
So, of course what do I do in a time of crisis, I reach out to the person I have been reaching out to for 22 years and he blasts me because he is always telling me to take the front tire of my bike, that thieves won't steal a one wheeled bike. We still haven't told The Anchors anything but they certainly know something is up because why would Daddy be coming in the door at 8am already dressed? Girl Anchor is particularly of concern for me. She is very sensitive and is passionately in love with her Daddy, if she only knew. I am numb and can't seem to concentrate on any school work. I haven't bought any books yet because I am not sure I am committed to staying with the program.
The Half Dead Wonder Dog decided that last night would be a good night to wake me up and poop all over the place then fall in it. I think we have some dog tears to shed soon on top of all the other emotions. I have been awake since 3am, my husband has left me, my kids are looking to me for answers and my dog is on her last leg. I swear I feel like I am drowning. I have cried so much today I have no more moisture in my body.