When The Drama Doesn’t Stop

Last year at this time, my husband was recovering from a near-death experience that required surgery and hospitalization, we had just buried my mother-in-law after she suffered a massive heart attack and stroke, and we were preparing for our son’s wedding – all while in the midst of a major kitchen remodel. So when I ran into a colleague last week and told her that I was looking forward to a relaxing, uneventful summer this year, I should have known to knock on wood.

One week ago today, my 19 year old son was riding in a golf cart that flipped over, causing him to fly out of it, and then the cart crash landed on his face. Two men had to lift it off of him, and then they rushed him to the nearest hospital. Current situation: His fractured jaw, nose, and orbitals are slowly healing. The swelling is going down, the midnight black eyes are fading to light black, and his nose is settling back into the middle of his face where it belongs. The pain is becoming bearable.

Deep breath. Sigh. He’s alive.

I went back to work after three days of caring for him, and then only because my mother, a recently retired nurse, came to stay with us to help out. She took him to his follow-up doctor appointment at the hospital clinic, made an appointment with a dental/face specialist, and called my insurance company, pretending to be me, to inquire about coverage.

Thank God for mothers.

At work, I was barely able to function, so utterly worn-out I felt from setting my alarm round the clock to give him his meds, and from worry. Therefore, I hardly paid attention when one of my co-workers pulled me aside and told me she wanted to sage the office. We have a brand new colleague who had pointed out to her that, in the short two weeks since she’d arrived on the scene, one co-worker had lost a close relative, another’s mother and sister were hospitalized within days of each other, and now my son. The new co-worker feared she was cursed, as a similar series of unfortunate events had occurred when she had just started her previous job.

“That has nothing to do with it,” I told my co-worker. “She wasn’t here last year when all the bad stuff happened.” This in reference to my husband and mother-in-law, a co-worker’s dad passing, and another’s grandmother passing – all this over a four week period.

“It’s those masks,” my co-worker said. “I think they’re evil. I get the creeps every time I walk into her office.”

Our new co-worker has been to 35 countries, which I’m quite impressed by, and her office is filled with unique items from her travels. I think the masks are from Africa, but I can’t remember for sure.

“The masks aren’t evil,” I said.

She appeared doubtful. “I want to sage anyway.”

“Won’t the sprinklers go off if there’s smoke?”

She shrugged, leaving me to wonder if I was living in an alternate reality, one where evil curses and masks exist.

Superstitions aside, this past week has made me pause and see how much I have to be thankful for.

I am very thankful for my job, which provides my family with excellent health insurance coverage. God knows we’ve needed it over the past year.

I am thankful for my boss, who understands that family comes first. In a situation like this, she doesn’t hesitate to show her support and reassure me that I can take as much time as I need.

I am thankful for my mother, and especially for her recent retirement. Not only was she a huge help during this crisis, she was recently able to help out my brother and sister-in-law for almost two weeks after the birth of their second child.

What I am most thankful for is that my son is alive. He’s not in a vegetative state, and he appears to be healing.

It can be difficult to see the blessings in the midst of crisis and hardship, but if you look hard enough, they are there, in abundance.

Still, to be on the safe side, I plan to sage my house this week.

I leave you with this throwback video of Stevie Wonder playing Superstition, the song that was playing through my mind as I wrote this. I dare you not to dance!

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14 thoughts on “When The Drama Doesn’t Stop

    • Thank you, Svet. I can’t deny that my coworker’s assessment spooked me a little bit, but I also am a firm believer that what we believe and give energy to comes into being, so I am not going to give that energy or attention. As for the saging, I’ve done that before. It’s good every so often to cleanse the house.

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  1. I’m so sorry about your son, Kim! I can’t imagine how hard it is to see him so badly hurt and in pain. No matter how old they are, our sons and daughters are always our babies, especially when they are hurting.
    I’m also impressed that you’ve been able to use this awful situation to see and appreciate the blessings you have. That’s not easy to do, but it does provide a bright spot in the darkness, and it helps us to cope. Hang in there, and please know your son and whole family will be in my thoughts and prayers!

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    • Thank you, Ann. That means so much to me. I agree whole-heartedly about our children always being our babies. The worrying never stops! Looking forward to catching up on some blogs this week, yours included!

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  2. Oh Kim! I’m sorry to hear about all of these traumatic events. You’ve been through quite a bit, even with one of these occurring, much less a list! I hope you’re doing well emotionally and I’ll add, a little sage won’t hurt 😉 Sending you light and love my dear<3

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  3. Thank goodness your son is okay Kim. What a worrying time for you but I’m glad your mum was able to step in and help. You’re right, it’s times like these we have to find those silver linings but it sounds like you have. Keep staying positive and I pray all turns out well. And yes, maybe the saging just might help too. Warmest wishes.

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  4. Oh my goodness! I am SO glad your son is alright. That could have been a really bad situation (I know from my experience). And I am very glad to hear you are seeing the things you can be grateful for here, which can be so hard to do when the crap keeps hitting the proverbial fan. I wrote something recently about wondering if I was jinxed, so I get it. Is it the masks? Actually, maybe the masks protect you all from worse things happening…think on that! I was driving recently thinking about the stuff I’ve been telling you about and pondered this: maybe my life started out with great difficulty, only to end with great ease…? Who knows until it all plays out. Sending you love and healing energy. xo

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    • Thank you for all of this and please forgive my very delayed reply. Our summer program has started at work and I’m working long days. I would agree more with you about the masks. I definitely don’t think they’re evil. I truly hope your life is filled with much ease. Thanks for the love and energy!

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