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A Boy, A Girl, and The Marine Corps: A Love Triangle: I was wrong... It's not ok...

A Boy, A Girl, and The Marine Corps: A Love Triangle

"I cast my lot with a Marine and where he was, was home to me." ~ Anonymous.

Saturday, July 14, 2012

I was wrong... It's not ok...

It was all supposed to be ok.  I put that out into the universe today so that the universe would hear my plea.  But that stupid Murphy's Law that kicks into overdrive when The Boy is away and unreachable for military duty always insists on proving to me that not only will everything go wrong, but I will once again have to figure out how to make life function in the worst possible circumstances.

I was at work today and all was going well.  It was actually pretty slow, which was nice because I still have yet to get more than a few hours sleep a night (as it has been for the last week) and last night was KILLER at work!  A sad Doberman came in with an upset belly and he was so nervous.  He seemed to like me and trust me.  My theory on this is that these big "scary" breeds can sense those of us who understand them.  It might sound silly, but this terrified dog, who everyone else was trying to be good with, walked up to me and licked my face.  He just sort of tolerated everyone else.

So, I went in to take some x-rays of his belly and when we were done, we (three of us because he was not only big for his breed, but wickedly overweight) were attempting to help him get up and off the table when he panicked and flailed.  He managed to smash his rock hard head into my jaw and stun me.  This quickly turned into a headache, my jaw not wanting to open all the way and significant neck pain. It then turned into my losing range of motion in my neck, in spite of icing and taking an NSAID.  I ended up having to head over to the urgent care center.

That turned into a neck brace and being strapped to a backboard.  The x-rays didn't who anything exciting, but I'm still in a lot of pain and still am not able to open my jaw or move my neck much.  The doc wouldn't release me back to work, the boy is gone and I can't find anyone who can help me care for the two puppies that I can no longer walk...

I tried my mom, but she told me she would only do it if I absolutely couldn't find anyone else.  She didn't even ask if I was ok.  This is a primary reason I don't really speak with my parents.  She told me I should continue to try to contact our friend who works nights as a police officer (who is likely not answering right now because he's at work).  She also said it would be better for me to bug him in the morning, after he's worked all night, than for her to have to get up and drive up here.  Granted she lives an hour away, but I'm not sure why I'm expected to be able to make it to an 11am brunch at her house after working until 4am the night before, but she can't get up and make an hour drive to help her injured daughter simply because she doesn't want to.  It's along the lines of when I think in my head, "The phone works both ways, " when she asks why I haven't called her in a while.

I'm being carted off to an occupational specialist who can hopefully fit me in ASAP next week.  The doc never did really, fully explain what she thinks is wrong with my neck and jaw, but did say my neck isn't broken...

It's funny.  When I was laying there waiting to hear what the x-ray showed, I was worried it would show something horrible.  I figured, if it didn't, then I would be ok and sent back to work.  It never occurred to me that I would be messed up, but not have anything dire wrong... Silly, right?  I should know better, doing what I do for a living.

So, pain, no help, and a sucky family it is.  Fingers crossed it's nothing terrible and I feel better ASAP, because I have no idea what's going to happen if I continue to not be able to care for the dogs when my family is so unwilling to be concerned.

What to know what makes it worse?  My mom is in the human medical field.  She knows full well how severely limiting neck injuries can be.  She also has suffered from one, so you would think she would be concerned and care that I'm on bed rest for the next few day.  But hey, you can't pick your family, right?

Sadly, it's not all ok, as I hoped.  But I'll just keep plugging away, since it's what I do best.


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3 Comments:

Blogger Mrs. Duh said...

Oh my goodness! I'm so sorry about everything that happened! I hope you get feeling better fast and can find someone to help you out. I feel for you on the "sucky" parents thing... I come from a not-so-close and fairly insensitive family as well. Many hugs.

July 15, 2012 at 9:48 AM  
Blogger Cassidy said...

It really pains me to see your words and hear that your mother [being an hour away] gives you so much grief. You're such a strong person on the inside. I'd have snapped by now. Especially with the comment 'why haven't you called'. I hope you can find someone to help you. Have you tried contacting [as much as I hate to say this] another wife from your husbands unit? Someone you can relate to [even on a small note]?

July 16, 2012 at 6:15 AM  
Blogger ____j said...

I wish I lived close enough to you to help you out! I hate that you are going through this.

July 17, 2012 at 8:46 PM  

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