When it rains, it pours...or bad news comes in threes

Wow...what a week.  I had to crawl out a hole on Wednesday morning, and it's gonna be an uphill climb for the next 4 years.  They say that bad news comes in threes, and I hope this week's events are it for that.

1.  The Election.  Enough said.  (I have plenty to say, but will refrain, as I love my peeps).  

2.  I had to go to the ER on Sunday.  Caught a bad cold over the weekend, and Sunday morning, it was so horrible, I called the on-call oncologist, who said "Go to ER, get blood analysis".  So that's what we did.  

They took samples of everything they could, and gave me antibiotics.  I essentially have no immune system, so any infection can turn into pneumonia, etc.  I feel slightly better, but this is a cold on steroids, for sure.  

3. Joe's left eye was wonky last Thursday, and progressively getting worse.  It turns out he has a a detached retina.  He will  have surgery tomorrow.  We are now "dos invalids", as we are calling ourselves.  The sick caring for the sick.  

I will be in a better mood once all of this is over.  I may have to wait 4 years...  💩