So, I have had a real bad cold, just recovering from brain surgery and life pretty much sucks. This past Friday I went and saw my neurosurgeon, sent my gift to the OT kid, and because I was down, Nurse Connie took me to the Dairy Queen for a Strawberry sundae. The blizzard hit on the way home, so we did not get home until about 6:45pm. We entered the apartment building and the kid that lives next door to me is carrying his coffee table, and I ask him “Hey Kid, are you moving out?” He responds “You just getting home?” I says “Yes, Nurse Connie took me to the DQ.” He sez “Um, you better be prepared for upstairs and walks out the door.” I’m looking at the stairs, they are all wet (not unusual-it’s snowing)…but there is all this grey clumpy stuff on them. Being an Engineer, I know exactly what it is….cellulose insulation…not good. We get to my floor, hmmm…carpet in the hall is all wet, people scurrying around, Firemen, yadda yadda. Nurse Connie opens my door and water trickles out. Not good. The water pipe in the ceiling next door has burst (freeze/thaw action), the water followed the pipe course and it found my kitchen and bathroom ceiling vents and it rained in my apartment. Not good. Almost everything was wet, carpets were soaked, yadda, yadda. Not good. Ativan time. I call my insurance agent. By that time, professional people have arrived…an Engineer, peeps with water vacs, yadda yadda. I talk with the Engineer. Not good. Nurse Connie gathers up some stuff we go to a hotel. At the hotel I call several of my “friends”, their responses were just short of fucking amazing: “Oh that’s too bad.” “Now you know what the victims of Katrina feel like..lol.” “Oh really? I got new shoes today.” “I would never live in an apartment.” “That’s too bad.” Yadda yadda Not one of them offered to help or ask me how I was. Not good. Saturday Nurse Connie and I go back to the apartment. There are industrial dryers and a dehumidifier in it. We gather up some things, and talk to the “person in charge.” He takes one look at my head (I know I am not very pretty at the moment) and starts talking to me like I am an idiot. Not good. We go to the hotel. Sunday we go back. Nurse Connie starts cleaning up. The carpet is just a tad moist, the dryers are on, etc. The Engineer comes in with the “person in charge”. He does the probes. All my ceilings have to be replaced. The carpets, floors have to come up. The walls have to come down and be replaced. Yadda yadda. Not good. Bottom line: I have until Tuesday (tomorrow) to move out. I do not have any strength of spirit. I don’t. I have had an extremely bad year. All the photographs I had in a box in my closet are ruined. My degrees from uni that I had on the bathroom walls are ruined. It’s just a mess. So, here I sit, Monday morning, with a cold, depressed, a shaved head, nasty scar across the side of my head, everything is wet or ruined. And I wonder if this is karma payback. How much suffering can a human endure? How much Karma payback am I going to receive? I just want to sleep and not make any decisions or think about tomorrow.