working eight to cain't

As my husband's boss says... that is what I have been doing for the past 2 weeks.  I went down to LA to see my hubby, and help him with interviewing a secretary and getting some office logistics, paint colors, furniture delivery etc.  Lots of phone calls and computer work at a desk that was not comfortable for my sling toting arm.  I guess it was premature of me to go so soon after surgery when I am on pain pills and still have to sleep sitting upright, I can't fix my hair or put on makeup or dress myself without help....   We were there from 7am till 8 or 9 pm every night...  even weekends...  I wasn't working all this time, just hanging out.... I watched a lot of movies on netflix in his friends office in a nice cushy chair.  and cried every night around 7 cause I was so sore and wanted to go home to lie down... only I couldn't lie down.....  so going home wasn't a comfort either...

I was reading that moving and changing jobs are two of the top 5 most stressful things a person can do...  Lets add getting jammed up by your kids school mid semester for a inter district transfer cause you moved out of the district, even though you are in the same damn town and now they are going to kick your kids out if you don't get it from the other district yesterday... and oh yeah, let's add that the IRS pulls you for a random audit, and doesn't care that you just had surgery, that your records are deep in storage and some destroyed from flood damage caused by the rain a few weeks ago that ruined a box of tax records along with your irreplacable childhood photos... And let's also add coming home with your arm in a sling on the airport... extra screening and a pat down by homeland security, plus the drug sniffing dogs... coming home and having no ride from the airport, and your car still at the mechanics after 11 days... No car for the first two days you are home....  then you walk into your apartment to find it smells to high heaven like a litter box... the poor cats box has not been cleaned in 4 days, (there are 3 cats) you remember the lysol and all air freshner things are in storage, and you have no car to go get some... and on top of that, the windows take two arms to open... big sigh, another big sigh... small meltdown as your nostrils and eyes try to adjust to the horrible smell as you clean the cat box and light incense out of desperation.  Now it is worse, cause your lungs burn from the incense, and the cat box has already destroyed your sense of smell.... You go into your room to discover that all 3 cats have a a WWF kitty wrestling championship on your bed and it is so covered with cat hair that you have an allergy and asthma attack.  Perfect...  the meds for that are packed in storage also....  so you sit out on the doorstep, wheezing, sneezing, coughing, eyes watering... and you look up and say to God... ' Bring it on... I'm not dead yet....  what more have ya got for me?"

I am waiting for my life to "get normal" again, and then I had a horrible realization....  this IS normal...  well... I better start looking for ponies....