I get so emotional, baby….

Everytime I look at you. (ok, that is not true but the beginning of the song worked) I have had a strange week. Hubby had surgery and is having a painful recovery but is being a trooper, work has been emotional for me this week and I have gotten bad news from my doctor about myself. Nothing devastating to me physically but certainly it was a blow to me emotionally. After leaving work yesterday, I texted a friend and said, “are you home?” and her answer was, “yes, bring diet coke”. This is how I roll, people. I get there with there with 2 large diet cokes sit down at her table and just start balling my eyes out. It wasn’t pretty. We are talking heaving sobs and gobs of tissues, snot and uncontrollable shaking shoulders. I couldn’t stop. There is really nothing worse than losing your cool when you are not at home where you can get all puffy eyed and snotty and no one is looking at you, but it a true friend who you can break down and not feel embarrassed to be a blubbering mess.  Fast forward to today, I get to work right on time but still the last one to sit down for the meeting and I am there for less than 10 minutes before my phone goes off three times. Folks, would you believe me if I said I had another family surgery? Ridiculous, I know. But, my cousin was rushed into emergency sugery for a hernia wrapped within her intestine. (ouch) Then the phone rings again and it is my doctors office letting me know that the procedure they need to do is $1000 out of pocket and not covered by our insurance. Can you just imagine the waterworks that are about to happen? Palms sweaty, eyes welling and I am expected back in my meeting. I kept my cool for a few minutes went and got my purse and told my boss I was having a family emergency and needed to leave. I got in the car and got the princess from the sitters and did my best not to break down there and finally am at home the princess is happily watching Backyardigans and I am going to have a good cry. Apparently, yesterday wasn’t enough and I have some more crying to do. Then I will pick up hubby from work and take him to physical therapy and pray that I can get my emotions in check because this is not a cycle I can continue in every day.