So Dh has his surgery, and the doc sez all is well, it went fine and suddenly about two hours later the nurse breezily informs me, "Oh no one told you? We had to rush the doctor back in because we couldn't stop your husband from hemmoraging and his blood pressure skyrocketed."
So they take care of that and he's fine now, home and doing great, up and about. And yesterday I'm at work, and it starts raining like a Noah's Ark flood. I'm thinking the four horsemen are coming galloping up soon, and then the lights go out in the building.
ok, no big deal. Then all the sudden someone yells, "OMG there's water pouring inside!"
The roof of our building, which got torn off by Hurricane Wilma nearly FIVE MONTHS TO THE DAY, has given way again. We're running about like monkeys, fetching buckets, bags, garbage pails, to catch the water flooding into our offices. It's like hurricane season all over again, but wait, isn't this MARCH??
Is this week over yet?