A long december

It's Dec. 1st of what has been officially the worst year of my life to date. Woo-hoo!! It's almost over!! Something tells me that this month will creep by, simply because I don't want it to. You may be wondering why this year has been the worst ever. Am I just being a drama queen? I don't think so, but I'm sure that others have worse problems than me. But for me, it's been the pits.

We started off the year with my dad going from stress test to triple bypass surgery in a matter of a week. Luckily, he survived, but it was stressful all the same.

While he was in the hospital, my right eye started to bother me. It started out as a simple irritation, but over the next few months, it grew into a raging, uber-painful fungal infection, that eventually left me legally blind in that eye. I ended up being off work for over 2 months, and we had to use our $7500 tax return from buying our house last year to live on, rather than paying off the credit card that we had planned on. I now have a hard contact that I can wear that brings me up to 20/30, but it's so uncomfortable, that I'd rather be blind.

While I was in the process of going mental due to the pain in my eye, the worst of the year came when my father-in-law had a stroke in February. He had been staying with family because the terrible ice storm that hit our town had left them without power for over two weeks. After being in 3 different hospitals over the next 2 1/2 months, he ended up passing in April. We still believe that the 2nd hospital he was in killed him with neglect, it's been too hard to prove to take them to court, so we are instead left with the anger and grief forever.

A couple months after his passing, the dog that he had loved do dearly, had to be put down at the age of 13. She had always been somewhat sickly, but I think she gave up to a broken heart.

A few other lesser occurrences that simply added to the shit mix include: me backing my husband's car outta the garage and ripping the passenger side mirror off the car; then less than a month later, being run over by a semi while I was parked in the truck. He basically tore up the whole back end of the truck (the truck we inherited when FIL passed); just recently, I rear-ended a guy in that same truck, while driving home one day. Luckily only breaking the front licence plate, and causing almost no damage to the other car; having my hours cut back at work so much that I had to start getting supplemental unemployment to help pay the bills; more or less losing my best friend that I've had since the first grade; and on top of all of this, we've been trying to get pregnant since Jan. and have had zero luck with that.

So, do I think that I'm being a drama queen about how much this year has sucked for me and my husband? No, I do not. I do realize that mine are not the worst problems in the world, and that it actually could've been a lot worse. I am thankful for the things that I do still have in my life, and my husband and I have actually become a better couple because of all we've been through together. So I do understand that I shouldn't complain too much, but I think that I have a right to complain a little, and be tremendously relieved that 2009 is almost over. I just hope that 2010 brings good things to us, that we can leave all this behind us, and move on.