Called up her father to let him know, and he had a heart attack on the phone at the news.

We raced up to go be by his side, and the stress of seeing Grandfather full of tubes & needles, looking like a porcupine in a hospital bed, made my mother need medical attention herself.

Spend the night in a chair (mom was in one bed, Grandfather in the other), wake up feeling like there's a rhino on my spine, and realize that I'd left my insulin at home in our rush to get out the door.

I talk to the nurse, and she was kind enough to verify with my doc that YES I was insulin dependant, and then gave me a temp set (small bottle of insulin & a couple of syringes). But they refused to give me anything for my back... (Sighs)

Mother & I just get back in to town a few hours ago, only to find the oldest of our cats half-dead/disembowled on our front porch because the neighbor's dog got to her...

Run her to the vet to have her put to sleep ($300!!!!) and come home so full of sadness / depression / despair that I can't even think straight...

Now there's Cyndi Lauper's "True Colours" playing in my headphones, and it makes me want to cry...

I feel like my colours are currently spiraling down the drain and the stopper doesn't work...

<8-( ((Curls up into a tiny little ball, drapes his tail over his face, and weeps silently...))