I make happy snapshots of nice weekends, but this time it was a rough one...a reminder of unpredictability and how much god asks of us.

• first, my period comes which maybe should be viewed positively.
• i have a persistent cough for 2 months.
• on the way to parents for my birthday lunch, stopped at the city shelter and found a really sweet dog. we tell the shelter we're coming back thursday and "do we need to do anything" --they say no (only risk is dog being adopted) and see you thurs
• nice quiet birthday lunch with mom, dad and adam
• uncle sae came over to show his photos of recent trip to korea
• adam and i do a night walk and look at the photos of the dog
• dad depressed over mom. does some drinking.
• watched a really depressing hitler documentary.
• dad falls in middle of night with deep cuts in three places and cut his arm open. we clean him up, sweep up the broken glass, and mom and I stay up with him for a bit. (I stress the concussion risk but mom & dad make their choice)
• 7am dad falls again cutting his cheek open but wants to sleep
• noon, i find dad in his bedroom laying on the floor eating some birthday cake saying he can't walk or get up. we get sugar in him and then take him to the emergency room. he's released at 5pm after staples placed in his head and other measures.
• adam and i call the shelter and remind them we want this dog and tell them we're coming tomorrow
• take mom to her oncologist appt. no good news. we have a sad talk that generally takes place while waiting for the doctor. the doctor is always a reality check.
• later, mom's chest hurts, heart beating fast, we take her to the emergency room to get an emergency ct scan. hospital decides they're going to keep her overnight. they give her meds that make her sick.
• we leave hospital and stop at the city shelter only to learn that they euthanized the dog the day before (they did it 2 hours after we called and said we were coming the next day. employee laziness. the shelters are death factories. "we will be judged by how we treat the least among us")
• break down at shelter (i was embarrassed but glad the shelter employees saw it)
• limbo
• come home...i go to emergency with breathing/heart problems. possible panic attack...investigating.

What a week. Thankful for Adam's friendship and that I don't have to go to work right now.