I apologize for the brevity of this post, but you’ll soon see why it’s a bit short…
Whenever things start going haywire around me, my first reaction is to look at the calendar to see if it’s a full moon. Nine times out of ten it is. Like now.
It started last week, right before I left for RT. My dad had to undergo emergency surgery, and during that surgery they discovered a cancerous mass in his bladder. Although the doctors’ claim to have removed the entire mass, they want him to undergo eight weeks of chemo. He’s 92. How the hell does a ninety-two year old man survive eight weeks of chemo?
The very next day my middle daughter’s fiancÃ© fell off a four-wheeler and shattered his right ankle. Now he has nine pins in it, two plates, and he’ll be out of work for ten weeks. Then, two days ago, my youngest daughter calls to inform me that she’s in intense pain and thinks she might have contracted food poisoning. Three doctors and nine hours later, we find out it isn’t food poisoning but a cyst (one of many we’re told) on her left ovary that ruptured. Needless to say, I’ve been running from patient to patient, hospitals to doctors’ offices, all the while trying to juggle work, writing, and the rest of life.
Normally, the weirdness that typically accompanies a full moon only lasts about three days—the day before its apex, then two days afterward. This one, however, doesn’t seem to want to shake loose. Crazy crap is still happening. Today I had to let go of an employee, who I’d warned repeatedly, but they still chose to blatantly act like a dumb-ass, and lost one of my best friends. No, not to death but over something profoundly stupid. And the really strange thing is the more I tried to explain and bring clarity to an overblown situation, the worse it became.
I won’t say things can’t get any worse because they always can. But I’ll tell ya, if I never see another full moon again, it’ll be too damn soon.
Do you find things in your life tipping sideways during a full moon?