Why me?

pessimistYou know that saying… if it wasn’t for bad luck I’d have no luck at all?

Le sigh, multiply that by two. Not only did Ro break her shoulder and wreck her ankle (soft tissue damage), she’s confronting a sluggish medical system that thinks it’s fine to wait two weeks for a CT scan to reveal if the bone is displaced or not. Multiple phone calls later, she now has an appointment for Monday. Fingers crossed she doesn’t need surgery.

There are a number of side effects to having the arm immobilized: pain, stiffness, chaffing of skin (like bed sores), the risk of elbow/wrist/hand joints freezing up. The pain meds don’t really touch any of that.

All of the above is enough to deal with, but the gods decided to up the level of difficulty. At 1:30am, Ro woke to the sound of rushing water. After alerting me I ran around trying to pin down the problem, including running to the barn in my nightie and muck boots to see if the frost-free hydrant had let go. It was fine.

I had to dump the contents of the coat closet to access the panel leading to the well holding tank under the stairwell. Trying to unscrew two very long screws, in the dark, without my glasses, was… entertaining. I turned the valve off while Ro disabled electric to the well pump.

So here we are: sans water for the house and the barn. I called the well guys who can’t come out until Friday morning – seems we’re not the only crisis this fine day. The stock tank is half full, yay. We have a 1/2 gallon of water for washing so I guess I’ll be heading to the store to stock up on bottled water since we have nothing for drinking, toilets, you name it.

Mercy, does this run of bad luck never end?

I had a full plate publishing wise, with promotions and promises to participate in a variety of marketing opportunities. Now I fear I’ll be lucky to get through December with my sanity intact.

As for writing? Not happening. Coy’s next adventure will have to wait. Tending to the horses and other critters, taking care of Ro, and trying to keep my head above water with editing jobs for clients is sapping all my time and energy.

Gack, my kingdom for a hot shower today!

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About Nya Rawlyns

Nya Rawlyns doesn’t write typical romance. She writes emotion as a contact sport, rough and often raw. It need not be pleasant, heart-warming or forever after. What she seeks is what lies beneath—a dance of extremes, the intersect of need and desire, and the compromises we make when pain and pleasure become indistinguishable. ***** She has lived in the country and on a sailboat on the Chesapeake Bay, earned more than 1000 miles in competitive trail and endurance racing, taught Political Science to unwilling freshmen, and found an avocation in materials science. ***** When she isn’t tending to her garden or the horses, the cats, or three pervert parakeets, she can be found day dreaming and listening to the voices in her head.
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One Response to Why me?

  1. mo883mpetersdesires says:

    *hugs tight* Oh, mercy!

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