The pattern of my life

I have noticed there is a bit of a pattern to my life. Every time good things happen or things start going well, you just know that a gigantic pile of cosmic shit is about to be dumped on me.

Well the cosmos has diarrhea at the moment - and I am sitting directly in the firing line.

So here is the "Bugsy list of shite":

1) I got the call today - our darling Maddison definitely has heartworm. The first case they have seen in 5 years - lucky us. The vet said it is just extremely unlucky considering we have been giving her heartworm prevention her entire life (apparently missing a week or two made her vulnerable).

She goes in tomorrow for a complete checkup - blood tests, urine tests, xrays etc. They need to ensure that her body will cope with the treatment because treatment is horrific. It involves injections over two days of an arsenic based drug, and complete confinement for 4-6 weeks. By complete confinement they mean that we need to get a cage like the vets have, and she has to stay there and try not to move at all for that entire time. Side effects include heart degradation, and in some cases - death. And they are the good ones.

2) Last night I got a different call. The restaurant where we have booked Hubb's 40th birthday dinner for the 3rd December called to let us know that after 19.5 years in the business, they are closing their doors - just three days before his dinner. Yep - you read right - 3 f'n days! I begged, I pleaded. The invitations have gone out already. But no - they are very sorry, but the best they can do is rebook it for the weekend prior.

Now what do I do? Do I rebook for the weekend prior? Find, somehow, another location ? F*** F*** F***. It was incredibly hard to find somewhere to host his birthday where we could afford to treat our friends and family the way we wanted to. I have the week off work prior to his party - now it will be the week after his party that I have off work. When will I have time for getting him a cake and doing all that sort of stuff?

He only turns 40 once. I wanted to make it special.

3) My friend's dog mauled the neighbour on the weekend. The neighbour is in hospital getting skin grafts while my friend stays home and hugs her normally placid red heeler, waiting for the knock on the door to tell her that they have to take her dog, to be put down. She said she knows she should probably go do that herself, but she just cannot bring herself to do it. I couldn't either. They are my babies. I know it is wrong, but I just couldn't.

4) I worked 17 hours yesterday. I am exhausted. Life sucks.

That is all - please go back to your non-cursed lives.