Have you ever had one of those weeks when?

I decided to buy out another bookseller and it has rained all week so I can't move the books to my warehouse. And she wants them gone. Our dog had surgery recently to fix a leg injury that happened when she was a puppy belonging to someone else.

She bent one of the screws in the metal plate fixing the bone and is staying at the vet hospital until they can decide what to do to control the pain. My bipolar son has had another total meltdown and destroyed the expensive solid-core door to his sister's room and her PSP.My daughter dislocated her shoulder in the big game (which we lost) and ended up going to the ER by ambulance. Now we are waiting for the results of the MRI to find out if she needs surgery.

Needless to say, her basketball season is over. And then she started complaining of a sore throat and a cough and it turns out she has pneumonia. Describe your most recent worst week ever.

Maybe it will make me feel better! :-) Asked by darwin™ 47 months ago Similar questions: weeks Health.

Oh my.. you have had your hands quite full. The books can’t be moved, but she wants them moved.. (look lady.. I’d love to shove these books up your ____ already! If only you could say that!

The dog’s surgery has put extra worries on your plate, and her bent screw has more than that bent! I can only imagine the pain that this has caused her and yourself. I hope she is back to running and playing soon!

Your children are at that age where they want everything that the other sibling has.. if it means destroying doors and games! Your daughter may have lost her game and the shoulder was injured....But, just remember even though the season is over..she will continue to be in first place with a mother like you in her court! I hope that her MRI comes back showing no abnormalities and her pneumonia vanishes with medication.

I have had a very bad time myself... As you remember, my son was left sleeping on a school bus on Friday. (I have been fighting with the school/bus company.. to make sure that the laws are being enforced about checking the entire bus before exiting, so that this doesn’t happen again. I didn’t go to the media or to an attorney.. I handled it very professional.(The falsifying of records and reports are being dealt with accordingly) I have been transporting my son back and forth to school.. The last two days he had to ride the bus..because I had previous engagements.

Wednesday: While he was riding home.. an older child hit him in the head when the bus stopped and he didn’t get off.. he was asleep. This is my sons normal rest time, and the ride home is a little over one hour. I told the bus driver that he complained of pain in his head yesterday, and then he described the same thing happened again a few minutes before they stopped in front of my home.

He pointed this boy out to us, he was a rough looking boy, approximately ten year old. He was swearing and yelling. I only stated that she shouldn’t drive with an unruly child like that.

He was jumping over and hitting the seats. I did take a visual note of the environment. She took control over the entire bus and then left.

I got my son inside and checked his head and then gave daily medication and Tylenol for his pain. I called the bus company and then the principal at his school. I had to leave messages, because it was after hours and their was nobody to take a report.

He was fine later on, with no visual abnormalities, his temperature was normal etc. My mother called all upset, she had fallen down the cellar stairs, tripping over her shoe. I was so busy, that I said okay and then forgot about her.. she calls back fifteen minutes later.. and says it is swollen and she can’t even walk on it. I apologized and went to her house with my son.

Sure enough she broke her ankle. I wrapped it up, and took her to the ER and dropped her off. Went back home and waited for my oldest son to get home from school.

My youngest son climbed over his toy box and landed face first on his head. He cut open his lip and his eye was starting to show signs of bruising. I had to take my oldest son to the eye doctor, because he has been squinting since early fall.

The doctor examined him then, and asked for this follow up exam. Well, I walk into the office and everyone was freaking out over my sons face, while my son that was supposed to be seen was ignored. I finally said, "Our appointment is for Matthew, he is here for his blurred vision problem.

" and then he was treated properly. After I left the office, I took my youngest son to the pediatrician, the doctor said there is nothing that he can do, and there’s no swelling, so let nature take it’s course. Thursday: I am back at the pediatrician’s office, both of my sons were coughing and are running fevers after school.

(I got them in right before the office closed) The doctor said, it’s a common cold and didn’t give us a prescription. I didn’t understand, because my son was pulling on his ear. I took my kids to CVS Pharmacy, and I spoke with the Pharmacist about cough medication for my kids..and I purchased the right one etc. Every time, that I take my boys to the doctor, I get charged a separate $20 co-pay.

I have spent over a one hundred dollars in just three days.It’s crazy! My mother called and said that my brother was injured in a car accident, she was so upset she forgot to ask where.. so, I had to call around to investigate where he was taken. I called for a large pizza to be delivered.. when it arrived it was a special with anchovies.

I opened the box, and I took one look.. and I was getting ready to say, it’s okay.. let’s eat it anyways.. until I saw little things that looked like pieces of hair sticking out. I simply shut the pizza box, and called the restaurant, and they send out another one.. when the new pie arrived, the crust was all burnt. I ended up making grilled cheese/ tomato sandwiches and we had homemade chicken noodle soup.

Thursday 3:00 am: While I am at work, I received a phone call from my sister, that my youngest son is running a fever of a 103.8 I raced home and took him to the ER. (He was diagnosed with an ear infection). What kind of pediatrician do I really have?

I took my son back to the pediatrician and I showed him what they said, and he calls that report false. I didn’t leave that office mad.. I just stormed out gently and took my son to another pediatrician next door to his office after his office closed for the day.. It was perfect timing. This new doctor is the on-call doctor, so he has had Marc’s records.

He took him right in, and he had the same diagnosis as the ER. I paid the $20 co-pay and went to the pharmacy to get his antibiotic. I am very angry, but be advised I am NOT showing it.. especially in front of my children!

I am just stressing here! Now, what are the words, that I want to say to him.. when I bring my son back in there? I have taken my son to two different people, they both state that he has an infection in his R ear.

Why did I have to pay another $40 dollars for a job that he should have done? I ended up going back to the hospital to visit my brother in one room and my mother in the ER. What gives?

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The Nightmare on Tanglewood Drive This is a long, boring story of my week from hell. But since you asked.... Even if no one sticks with it all the way through, it’s therapy to be able to pound the keyboard and write it out! We moved from Connecticut to North Carolina before we sold the CT house.

Finally it sold and the closing was scheduled for February 2007. Since we bought all new furniture for our NC house, the CT house still had all its stuff in it. We had left it there because we figured the house would show better furnished than empty.

But after it sold, we needed to clear it out. So..... I had made arrangements by phone from NC: On Monday, the antiques/used furniture guys, who assured me they’d take everything, were supposed to come. On Tuesday the junk guy was supposed to come with his truck to clear out the basement.

On Wednesday, a local charity was supposed to be coming to take the household stuff (dishes, small appliances, smaller pieces of stuff the antique dealer didn’t want, etc. ). On Thursday the junk guys was supposed to come again for another haul of whatever was left. Friday the moving van was coming to get the bigger pieces we were bringing to NC, including a grand piano.

Also on Thursday and Friday we would clean out and pack up whatever was left, load our van, and be ready to head out to return to NC on Saturday morning. On the following Monday, after we’d left, the housecleaners were supposed to come to do a move-out cleaning. The closing was Tuesday, which our attorney was handling for us.

I am a project manager by profession. I had all this ARRANGED.It fell apart on Monday Monday: The antiques/used furniture decided he didn’t really want about half the furniture in the house. After he’d driven away, it was barely possible to tell he’d been there.

But he did take our bed, so we spent the week sleeping on air mattresses (which actually turned out to be not that bad.) Tuesday: the junk man did come and loaded up his 6 yard truck, but even after he’d driven away, we still hadn’t made much of a dent in the house. He suggested we rent a Dumpster. By some miracle, we were able to get one delivered the next day.

Also on Tuesday, the vet from NC where the dogs were kenneled called to say my 15 YO was doing very badly. He had been sick on and off for a few months and we knew it was just a matter of time. You haven’t lived until you’ve had the pleasure of giving the go-ahead to euthanize a beloved pet from 700 miles away.

Plus, we weren’t going to be back in NC for a week. I can’t cremate. I have to bury.

I asked them if they had a freezer and could keep him for us so we could bury him when we got back. Luckily they did and agreed to do that for us. Tuesday was also Valentine’s Day.

Despite all that remained to be done, and the grief over the dog, we said F*** it (sorry) and went out to dinner. Drank a lot. On Wednesday there was a dusting of snow and the charity called and said they couldn’t come to get our donations, and they were booked for the rest of the week.So at this point, the three sources that were supposed to pretty much empty the house for us failed us.

We had two days to go and still had a houseful. On Thursday, we started hauling everything out to the dumpster.It broke my heart. We threw out perfectly good furniture and household goods.

It had to be thousands of dollars worth of stuff. Our junk man made many trips in his truck and went way over and above (another bright spot) But we filled the dumpster, the junk man had to go plow snow, so we were still a long way from done. While all this was going on, instead of trying to shred sensitive old records, we made a fire in the fireplace and were burning them.

In the midst of this the glass fireplace enclosure cracked.Swell.So now there goes $500. Plus, the plumbing from the upstairs shower sprung a leak and made a big wet spot in the family room ceiling. The buyer insisted on being present during the repair.My husband was able to fix it quickly and cheaply, but we still had to pay to get the family room ceiling repainted.

I realize that was only fair, but still unplanned and stressful. So now it’s Friday. The house is at least looking about 1/2 empty.

But the movers call to say they can’t start their truck and they can’t come until next week. Um, suffice it to say I said NFW. I’ll spare you the details.

We arranged for them to come on Saturday, which meant now we couldn’t leave for NC until Sunday, and another day at the kennel for the remaining dog. Meanwhile, since the dumpster is full and the junk man isn’t available, we’re now throwing what we’re not taking into the sunroom. The junk man has agreed to come back with his truck on Sunday and Monday after we’re gone and empty out whatever we’ve left behind.

We gave this guy about a gazillion dollar tip. He was the ONLY one who came through for us all week. On Saturday the moving van arrives.

It seems the man I made the reservation with neglected to tell the actual moving men that I had a grand piano. They loaded up all the stuff we were taking and THEN they saw the grand piano. They said "Oh, they didn’t tell us about that.

There are only two of us. We can’t take it." I am so proud of myself I was so calm.

After the week I’d had, I think if I had lost control, I would have attacked someone. I explained how I’d booked their company SPECIFICALLY because they marketed themselves as EXPERIENCED piano movers and had EXTENSIVE conversations with the manager about how EXACTLY they were going to move my Steinway grand 700 miles without demolishing it. I swear, if the moving man had continued to say no, I would have told him to unload my other stuff off the truck and go away.

Luckily he didn’t call my bluff. So the moving van takes off, and we spend the rest of Saturday packing up the last of our stuff. Naturally we ran out of space in our van, so lots of stuff we really wanted to take ended up in the junk pile in the sunroom.

I still grieve over the stuff we had to leave behind. On Sunday, we pack up the last of our stuff (air mattresses, bedding, toiletries) and get in the van and drive sadly away. We’d lived in that house for 20 years.

It’s where our kids grew up. On Monday, we go to the vet, retrieve one live and one dead dog, and come home and have a dog funeral. Then the moving van arrives and they want cash before they’ll unload the van.

Well, what everyone seems to have forgotten (including us) is that Monday was President’s Day and we didn’t happen to have thousands of dollars of ready cash lying around the house. So the mover’s choice was to take a credit card or leave his truck parked outside our door until we could get to the bank on Tuesday. They took a credit card.

We live at the beach. Our house is on piers because of flood zone building code requirements. Two moving men had to move a 564 lb piano (I looked it up on steinway.

Com) up 16 wooden steps. They were not pleased. I was pleased the steps didn’t collapse.

Also on Monday, our realtor called and we started haggling over the settlement for the ceiling repair and the cracked fireplace screen. The buyers wanted $400 for the paint job and $600 for a screen. I was upset because even though I agree we were responsible, the buyer had told me before the leak happened that he was going to repaint.

I felt he was taking advantage of the situation. I think if it were me I would have let it slide. I also said you could go to Lowe’s and get a fireplace screen for $150, which is what would have done if we’d had the time.

I didn’t think we needed to fund a fireplace screen from the fancy-schmancy Ye Olde Fireplace Shoppe. I think we settled somewhere around $450 for both. Three more bright spots: the junk man finished emptying the house in time for the housecleaners, the housecleaners did a beautiful job (so my agent old me) and after we settled #14, the closing went off without a hitch.

Oh Darwin, I know how draining weeks from hell are. At least in my case, it didn’t involve any injuries or bad health (except for my poor beautiful boy). But I will never, ever move again.

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I've had one of those years. Before I begin my heart goes out to you. Well, during giving birth to my beautiful daughter I re-injured my left knee due to the nurse holding onto that leg and the strenuous pushing.

The knee cap just popped right out of place. Let’s not mention the fact that I tore all the way down to my rectum (ouch). Now let’s fast forward to the homecoming when I magically came down with asthmatic bronchitis and had to be hospitalized for three days.

Then my newborn came down with a cold at the same time. Talk about pulling your hair out. Now keeping all this in mind, I also have Parkinson’s.So here we have a gimpy legged, butt torn, bronchitis, Parkinson’s shakey new Mum...but you know what?

I survived, kept positive and knew things could always be worse and the tough times wouldn’t last. Plus, it’s hard to be down when you’ve brought a beautiful miracle into the world. I guess you could say it was the worst and best week of my life!

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Not a good start for 2008 for us! Instead of one bad week we got three. 1 – My husband is a handyman and works on his own but the first three weeks of January he got any call from his customers, which means not work and not money to pay the bills.2 – We received one email from Mexico because my husband’s brother in law was detected with cancer.

They found it in his nose and now the doctors found cancer on his brain, doctors don’t expect him to survive. 3 – One of my husband’ sister was cleaning her house and fell down from the stairs and hurt her head. She stood up and then fainted, for what she was taking in emergency to the hospital.As a consequence of that the doctor found a tumor on her head.

4 – The last bad new from Mexico is that somebody else from my husband’s family in Mexico felt down in a sewer, we still don’t have details about this incident.5 – My daughter is taking the worth grades in schools tests, specially spelling and I been having a hard time with her following directions. 6 – My best friend (sister) in Cuba has to take his son to surgery because he has trouble hearing.7 – And everybody in my house, including me, started the year sick. We had a flu and stomach virus for a couple of weeks.

Bad enough, isn’t it? But as HELENofTROY says: “...when it rains, it pours". If You Want To See the Rainbow You Have To Put Up With Some Rain.

That’s part of life, I guess. Bad things are part of life as good ones, probably it helps us to appreciate more the good things we have in life..

You bet your bippy I have! My grandson – ADHD/early onset bipolar – also had a meltdown and kicked our door down when my husband was trying to take him into our bedroom to have a quiet-time discussion with him. The next day I was "calmly" walking through the basement towards the steps and just as I reached the landing I fell, hitting my head on the landing while my arm somehow managed to make it up the stair-rail.

Grandson (who I am, incidentally raising – along with his sister - because their mom is an addict) ran to the top of the stairs, looked down at me, ran back through the house screaming, ran back to the door and yelled down at me, "Nana, do you have your cell phone so you can call 911? " He then proceeded to go back through the house screaming before coming back and asking if I was okay.It took me about 30 minutes to scrape myself up off the floor. Two days later we rushed to the bowling alley for granddaughter's birthday party, where their mom was a "no show.

" She landed in jail for stealing a pair of earrings at Wal-Mart. Get this, I had bought a present for her to give her daughter, but she took it back to Wal-Mart and got the money for it the previous day. Bad week – you bet 'cha!

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