A little over a month ago it seems life just started to have a downward spiral, most things that could go wrong, have gone wrong.

My husband got fired, that I think was the first thing that started it all off.  I am an emotional person, I can’t help it, some times it serves me well, and some times it hinders me. I think right after he told me I just cried, I couldn’t help it. I knew my tears weren’t helping anyone especially not him. I was in a state of shock though, I guess I under estimated his company, I thought they had a heart.

After he got fired, we realized we wouldn’t have the money to cover ourselves with insurance, over 900 a month for the three of us on Cobra, hah not with my $485 dollar a month house payment.  My husband found some work, not what he had, and it doesn’t cover us insurance wise, but we are staying afloat.

Of course I am super healthy all this time until he gets fired. Shortly after they let him go, I get what I think is a cold. Except my throat is in real bad pain, and I don’t really have cold symptoms. Turns out it is strep. Going to the emergency clinic cost me over 3 hundred dollars just to see the doctor, get the doctors opinion, and then get the test for strep. Test comes back positive, I get antibiotics, and sent home. Thank you Schnucks for your free antibiotics, and cheap prescriptions.

I get better and almost a month fully passes before the next problem hits me. My son is going to school now, and he is bringing me home all kinds of treats. I get a cold, a nasty one, and after three or four days of cold, my ears start to hurt. I knew immediately what was happening, but one I couldn’t believe it and two, BOTH EARS! I couldn’t believe it.

Here I am trying to stay positive and hoping that it was just an ear ache and would go away, but by the second day when I started having hearing issues I knew I couldn’t ignore this one. So I went to the Walgreens clinic this time, $59 dollars for the visit, not to bad, she quickly tells me I have an infection in both ears, gives me more antibiotics and sends me home.

I figure not much can top this off, I am a little freaked out that it is hard to hear, and I had a little breakdown episode, emotional I know.  Then on Tuesday I had a no good horrible day. My day started off by getting up at 6 am to get my son to school. Everything was going pretty well, until my dog got out. She is a runner, little crazy poodle that when she gets out won’t come to you, or anyone and somehow manages to slip by you every-time you try to grab her. I manage to get her back in the house. I turn around to finish getting my son ready, and she pushes open the screen door and runs out again. Freakin wonderful, the chase is back on. Mind u I am sick still so being out in the cold chasing her isn’t doing anything for me.

I finally get her back in, and realize his bus isn’t coming. I figure this is because I am late on the bus payment. I get my husband up, we take Jr. down to school where they inform me that their power is out, no school today! I am thinking his school has not heard of phones or maybe they could have called. The rest of the day goes pretty much normal until about two hours after dinner. My stomach starts to hurt, like holy hell, mother of mercy type of cramps. I am dying, what is wrong with me. Then my husband says, I am 95 percent sure the pork we had for dinner was fully cooked. So after about an hour in the bathroom, I feel much better, but of course I don’t let my husband off easily, he poisoned me, he tried to off me with pork.

As if all of this isn’t bad enough, some no good, low life person stole my candy canes.

Christmas is pretty much my favorite time of the year. While most adults around me are yelling humbug I am singing Christmas carols. I was starting to put up christmas decorations when I got sick, I still haven’t finished. I had these cute little candy canes that went down my walk way. They weren’t the lighted ones, I was planning on placing lights in the grass beneath them. I had a total of 8 and now I have a total of 4, and one broken one. Don’t ask me why they only took 3, broke one and then left the others. I figure I have some local candy cane addicts around, and maybe they got disappointed when they realized they were just plastic, but didn’t have the heart to put the others back.I am hoping things will start to look up, and that in a week this will all just be a memory. After all it is my favorite time of the year, and cookie baking is just around the corner!!!!! I can’t wait to dive into that.  My downward spiral will go away, at least through it all I can laugh, even when I am crying.

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