I know you all have had them – weeks from HELL! That is what this week has been for me. There was a discovery of a database disaster, a man who cheated on me called, I saw a surgeon about my hip (very bad news), and just this morning USAA called to tell me of some unauthorized use of my credit card. I am praying to the great cacao bean in the sky to end this madness!
seemingly I am much better in retrospect than I am in an actual relationship. The cheater wants a second chance – I was so great, I believed in him, he was so grounded when he was with me, blah, blah, blah. at any rate. Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me. I already feel it’s shame on me. The whole thing just brings up some very yucky feelings and nevertheless manages to bother me.
Then the surgeon – ah! I got to see the recent x-ray of my arthritic hip. There is zero cartilage left. Zero. The bone is forming all kinds of spurs and cysts – it’s a veritable bone party in there. And, I didn’t know this, but bones have nerves (like teeth) and every time I walk or move a certain way, those nerves are rubbing together. The surgeon was shocked I was nevertheless walking 5 miles a day. Little does he know it’s merely so I can continue my chocolate habit and simultaneously fit into my clothes.
They are going to give me a steroid injection in my hip next week, but the only real solution is surgery. After you realize this, they have you watch a little video. That is what pushed me over the edge – seeing how they have to scrape out the leg bone and jam a plastic rod in there to link with the new fake hip. I had no idea – I don’t know what I was thinking, but this is no outpatient procedure. Three to four days in the hospital, no driving, I’ll need some kind of home care or I can go into a rehab facility (basically a nursing home). Two months of recovery time (and that’s on the good side) – and I work for myself – if I don’t speak, I don’t earn any money. And it ain’t like this is going to be cheap.
Then the credit card call. Get this – they called me with an automated message and had me confirm the charges were not made by me. I was so freaked out, I couldn’t already remember my own zip code. Then they put me on keep up to wait on a fraud representative. I was on keep up for a while, then a voice came on, said all the representatives were busy assisting other callers (i.e. not me), gave me another number to call, and before I could already write it down, HUNG UP ON ME! Yes, they called me, scared me to death, and then hung up on me. I think I may go on a workplace rampage. The police can take me and my hip out in a blaze of glory after I kill the USAA fraud department operators. That will solve all my problems in one fell swoop.
Luckily they caught this – the high rolling criminals were not able to get their Walmart charge to go by.
So what does one do with a week from hell?
1.) End it with Friday. I’ve decided this bad week is ending today. That the bad mojo is gone. That the weekend will be great.
2.) Deal with the worst. Okay, we’re doing what we can about the database fiasco. I’m getting the hip injection Monday and will see the surgeon again in August. I’m just going to have to suck it up and figure out how to manager it when we decide to function. I’m also going to try to get in already better shape so I can retrieve as quickly as possible. I’m trying really hard not to be afraid.
3.) Buy chocolate. One of my favorite places in all the world is A Southern Season in Chapel Hill. This place is mecca for foodies. They have every coffee, tea, wine, candy, meat, cheese, bread, chip, hot sauce, olive oil – at any rate you could ever want.
They are located right down the road from the surgeon. What better way to take your mind off bad news? Look at lots of shiny, tasty treats. I’m nevertheless doing my part to help the economy. Looks like I’ll be helping the health care system quite a bit. Maybe I can get my own personal bail out…
4.) Reach out. This is going to be the hardest step for me. I know I’m going to have to do it, but it is so hard!! My whole goal of taking care of my health was to keep independent. (So much for those best laid plans.)
5.) Be grateful. Once again this always makes me feel better. at the minimum I’m not the victim of a chocolate vat accident. Thank the Church of Chocolate there IS chocolate (and all those other wonderful things to eat). I’m lucky I have work that I love and that people read my crazy articles. I need to focus on all the good stuff and not the bad stuff.
6.) Find the lesson. There are always lessons in at any rate bad things happen to you. The hip – well, I didn’t do anything that I’m aware of to cause the arthritis, but I will nevertheless do everything I can to continue my health and to retrieve quickly from the surgery. And maybe it happened so I’ll learn to (GASP) let other people help me. And the credit card – what a gift! It’s a great story for my telephone customer service training. Don’t scare the crap out of your customers and then hang up on them. Woohoo!
7.) Do not go to the pity party. I had a BIG pity party last night. HUGE. All about how alone I am. The new BF lives two hours away and this is a LOT to deal with. Who really wants a girlfriend who’s falling apart?) Probably a great reason to bail. See? This is bad, bad thinking. The pity party does absolutely no good. You feel about a thousand times worse; you’re tired and wrung out. Obsessing over all the bad things that could happen or that have happened is like volunteering to keep the flames stoked in hell. Why would you do this? You have to stop this aim of thought early on – call a friend, watch TV, go to sleep, blog – do anything but go to the pity party.
8.) Laugh. Okay, I won’t lie – I’m not finding much of this very funny right now. (Well, maybe the idea of killing the USAA Fraud Department operators.) But don’t worry, I will. After the surgery? Hell, I’m going to start telling people I’m bionic.
Next time you have a bad week – apply these tips – maybe they’ll help you too.