What a nightmare week!!

I hate being negative and a victim, but sometimes I really do think that I have bad luck following me around everywhere I go. As if my ectopic misdiagnosis, followed by infertility, followed by my Mum having breast cancer, wasn't enough, more horrible stuff is now happening.

Firstly, on Saturday, I had to take Pat to hospital because he had an acute appendicitis. I spent the whole weekend at the hospital worried about him because he was having complications. Luckily, he’s out of hospital now and doing well, but that wasn’t the worst of it - on top of being worried about him in hospital, I had to find a locum vet to replace him while he is off - quite frankly an expense we can do without at the moment - but it can't be helped.

On Sunday morning, the morning after Pat went into surgery (he went in at 10pm and I hadn't seen him) my Mum rang at 7am to find out what was happening about doing the Race for Life, which was on Sunday. I was in a terrible state worried about Pat and about sorting out a locum and feeling very alone, and she basically told me I HAD to go and do the Race for Life. And I started crying......

I feel really bad about letting my sponsors down, but going to the hospital to check Pat was all right after the surgery was my top priority. My mum didn't seem to understand- but I did the right thing, didn't I? This fact was exacerbated when I got to the hospital and found that Pat was catheterised due to a bladder infection and in a lot of pain and that no-one had given him his antibiotics even though he should’ve had them 4 hours before, worrying him and making him think he was developing peritonitis (luckily he wasn't)

My Mum later told me that she was sorry but I feel awful about it all.

Monday was spent on the phone trying to sort out a locum and rushing to the hospital to check on Pat (and trying not to cry from the worry of it all)

Tuesday was spent collecting the locum from the station and getting him sorted out. I had booked my GP appointment for Tuesday morning but couldn’t go as I was in charge of sorting out the locum (IVF was the last thing on my mind at the time)

On Thursday, I got a phone call that after all this time, the vendor had backed out of the sale of the house due to "unresolved issues surrounding the divorce settlement"

I'm still holding it together because I have to but I just want to cry and cry - I'm totally exhausted. I thought ONE nice thing would happen to me, but obviously that was too much to ask.

Sarah
:o(

PS And on top of everything else, someone tried to nick my tortoises! I knew they'd got out of the garden but was too busy/stressed/exhausted to look for them until Friday. I knew they'd gone into the neighbour at the back's garden and went round there to see if they had seen them. Apparently, they had a neighbour the other side who also has a tortoise and when they saw Beryl, they assumed it was this other lady’s tortoise and gave Beryl to her. The next day, they say Edith and assumed it was the same tortoise also belonging to this lady and gave Edith to her as well. I therefore went to this lady’s house and she admitted she knew they weren't her's and was "going to look for the owner" cheeky cow! I told her they were micrchipped and registered to me - she knew I was on to her...! I have now blocked the hole that they went through and so far, they are still in our garden - they're very ungrateful aren’t they.? I feed them strawberries and everything and they still want to wander..!