Self-pity, or, Why my life is over.

I'll keep this as brief as I can.

My mother's arm is in far worse condition than we originally thought. By Monday, if she has not regained function in her right arm and hand, she'll be scheduled for an MRI where we'll most likely learn that the nerve in her shoulder is viciously pinched, needing at least 6 months of physical therapy and rehabilitation, all the while keeping her from working. She's self-employed and therefore will get no sick leave. This is a problem.

Meanwhile, my brother aggravated his previously damaged knee, leading him to need several adjustments and time off his feet, time that is desperately needed for him to help my father cover the work my mother is no longer able to do with their business. My sister (ShikamaruRocks) managed to push an apparently unknown but previously existing condition in her neck over the edge, and now the arch in her neck has collapsed. This has left her in dire straits, seeing as it's the final four weeks of her senior year and months ago she'd already missed enough school from sickness that the administration was getting antsy. Also, she was giving primary care to our mother, and now, she needs close to the same amount of attention herself. Not being able to sit up for more than 10 minutes out of every hour is real fun.

Finally, I woke up today in extreme pain, went to the doctor mid-morning and discovered I've sprained my back. This isn't even close to funny. We've known for years that if anything happened to my mother, our family would slowly but surely self-destruct. Never would we have guessed it would be quite this catostrophic. It's a dominoe effect. All that's left is for my father to have a stroke and our rabbit to die. That, and have any or all of our cars stop working.

I think timechaser is right. We need an exorcist. That whole "Satan walks about like a roaring lion seeking to devour someone" - yeah, I think he found his next prey...and he sure is taking his time gnawing on our corpses.

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