When It Rains It Pours: When is Enough ENOUGH, or I Must Have Been The Worst Kind of Person in a Past Life

I think Forrest Gump said it best, "Sometimes, there just aren't enough rocks." This has become my mantra in the past two weeks. I feel like everything is going wrong. If you need me, I will be in my office crying. Please, bring candy.

A few weeks ago, I was in the hospital. Blegh. This led to some tests that led to what is currently scaring the ever-loving bejeezus out of me. It's literally taking all I have not to fall apart in the midst of this health scare, but that's another post entirely.

In the meantime, I began a course of treatment that is just THE WORST. Like. it's just awful. The side effects are ridic, so that's piled on top of the pain and healthcare scare drama.

This alone is enough to test the strength of any one person. But then...

I get ready for work this morning and GUESS WHAT? The brakes in my car went out. I'm talking, like, pedal to the floor OUT. Great.

I dropped my car off at DriveTrain Automotive Supercenter this morning and am waiting for them to call me with the repair estimate. The silver lining is that I know my car is in the hands of people I can trust.

But on the real: when is enough ENOUGH? I know there are people out there who have it worse than I do, but COME ON. Can I get a break here? Just a little one?

Or chocolate. I'll take that, too.