How long has it been since I was here? Gah, who knows. The days blend together like cream and sugar, only not quite so sweetly. School continues on, weekly drudgering interspersed with moments of cramming panic pre-test.

In other news, it seems like when it rains, it pours. Hubby finally got approval for his next clean-out surgery. This time, they are going to debride the tissue, take out some of the pins, and drill holes in the bone, all in an effort to get at the infection that should have been killed 4 or 5 months ago. But don't let me climb on the soapbox.........

So we have been fighting to get this done, and then waiting to get it approved. We finally get approval, and what does he do? Starts crying, constantly, about how he doesn't WANT another surgery and why does this happen to him and wah wah wah.

I feel like throwing my copy of "Three Weeks with my Brother" by Nicholas Sparks at him, with the stern reminder, it could ALWAYS be worse. Hell, look at the terror and pain poor Marn has gone through lately.

So anyways, in the space of the last 7 days, here's what's gone down, in chronological order:

Hubby gets surgery date set.

Hubby gets call from twin, who is on the meth again, kicked out of his home, etc. Same old shit. I told hubby to tell him to fuck off, otherwise I am getting a restraining order. We dont need the stress.

Hubby's ex-wife's brother disappears at sea. Missing, considered dead. Very mysterious circumstances.

Then today, my mom, actually hubby's mom, called. She is 85. She just found out she has breast cancer. She is in Washington state....and I feel terrible because spouse is in the shape he is in...there's no way I can get him up there to see her....I wish I could, because, well, breast cancer is scary. The thought of losing mom terrifies me. And I don't know what he will do if he never gets to see her again. In his current mental state, I dont know if he would survive it.

Where's my ark? I need a ship. Or someone just throw me a line.