7 Days

A week that starts with police pounding on the door because the neighbor’s two-year-old is missing (is okay despite being out all night, and mom has been ordered to drug treatment)…

And ends with me opening a door because I thought it was UPS pounding on the door, not a meth head with a fancy fixie asking for someone who clearly doesn’t live here and does he really think he’s fooling anyone? (is okay despite going on to case all the other condos)…

And contains in the middle a sullen tween and days of nausea and vertigo, including falling down, head first, concrete stairs at the Oregon Zoo (is okay despite requiring two Tegaderms to cover bleeding–but that’s why I carry Tegaderms)…

Well.

That week just bites. Better luck next week.

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