One of those weeks….

…..where you want to curl up in bed and cry all day long. Last Monday, in a very short space of time, I was informed (in order of occurrence and importance) that:

1) Engi’s sister, TK had died from a drug overdose in a hotel room
2) My poor family dog was on his death bed – seemingly from being poisoned/kicked hard – now we know that it was a rare bacterial infection he contracted
3) My toe was broken

So, you’ll pardon me for not posting sooner. Today, a week later, and I am happier to report that my dog is recovering, my toe will eventually recover, and that hopefully poor TK’s family are in the process of recovering from the loss of their sister/daughter and the relentless media coverage of it.

Since January 1st, I’ve been bombarded with unhappy news from my friends and family, as though there has been a grief virus infecting all those dear to me. The collective toll now stands at the loss of two parents, one sister, one sister’s sanity, almost a dog, almost a friend in another dreadful car accident, a robbery, two relationships.

When I broke my toe, the maddening pain was rapidly replaced with an overwhelming sense of relief – that maybe this final, very tangible pain that I had experienced directly (as opposed to happening to someone I care for) had broken the curse, that a dark malevolent cloud had finally dispersed, and my beloved ones could be happy again.

To broken toes, and better months ahead…