When life gives you lemons...

Paint that shit gold!

Or just make lemonade, whatever floats your boat.

Anyhow… there’s a point to this.  Life’s been kinda handing me lemons lately.  And this whole thought is going to have to be more than one post.  Because it’s been handing me lemons hardcore the last few days.  But the only reason one of the lemons was so sour is because I had received a similar lemon, and had painted it gold.  Then got the lemon back and it was so sour, I teared up.  Which is saying something since I’m not an emotional person.

This week.  Boiled down.  Ridiculously insane and taxing.  It started a few weeks ago when my grandma had to be taken into the hospital.  She was about a day away from being bad enough that she may not have been able to bounce back.  It was a tough time because of some family issues that were coupled with that as well as it’s just always taxing to have to make several trips to the hospital to visit someone you are care about and discuss the pain they’re in.  A few days after she got admitted to the hospital, a dear friend of mine, Mary ended up in the hospital with cracked ribs. 

At first, I thought Mary would be fine – she’s tough, I thought.  Then a couple days after that, she and her son Pete decided that they should have a feeding tube put in her stomach so she would be capable of getting more nutrition.  Within a week, she passed away from complications involving c-diff and pneumonia. 

That was Wednesday.

Fortunately, my grandma is doing much better and gaining weight and will even be able to swim within a week.  But, now she’s home.  She’s old, my grandpa’s older.  They have to be taken care of.  I spend at least an hour every day with them – which doesn’t seem like it should be too taxing.  However, it’s often quite a bit longer than an hour and often involves quite a bit of work and is usually somewhat inconvenient. 

Not that I’m complaining, but when you’re 23, a friend passes away, you get dumped, you’re having car problems, and your friends “need” you and your grandparents are time consuming, life kinda gets to you. 

This would be an instance of life handin’ me lemons.  Gotta be honest, though.  Haven’t made lemonade out of it yet.  Nor have I painted it gold.  And I’m going to guess I haven’t finished processing all of this yet based on the lack of creativity of this post.  And the fact that it’s semi-bitchy. 

I have to say, though, having all that going on at once, really, really got to me.  I don’t cry.  I’m just not a crier.  I sobbed this weekend.  So hard that I heaved over and over and went through tons of tissues and had makeup streaming down my face.  I even let Jonathan’s dad see me cry.  And be concerned about me.  Between the sorrow and the stress, I just couldn’t take it. 

And I swear I’m not a baby girl.  I just couldn’t handle it.  I think the thing that topped it off was the one lemon that was similar to the one I got handed years ago and had painted gold.  But, again, that’s a whole other post.