Lolcow is still down so I have to vent here obviously..
First day of vacation, partner drops the bike with his daughter on the back— broken arm. I made it to the apartement and back before the ambulance took off to get her passport. Couldn't come with (in retrospect great) and at the hospital, they were told she needs emergency surgery. And here are the discharge papers, find your way to a city an hour from here to the children's hospital... what if I hadn't had a drivers license? Or we hadn't gotten here by car? The hospital alone is half an hour from here already because apparently we need 50 roundabouts on every damn road.
Drove to the hospital, picked them up, drove them to the other hospital 55 minutes away.. and I can't stay again. Not even until the surgery and duration to be there? Drove back again. I'm fucking exhausted. How long will they keep her? Should we even stay or just drive home? Should we have said fuck it to their hospitals, taken the 7 hour drive and gotten her to our country? It was my fault bc I gave him the heavy bag he packed for the bicycle, i should've said it was too much right away, i was afraid of nagging too much.. Should've insisted on taking more breaks bc it was simply too hot anyway. Maybe we should've left earlier, or not had those two wine spritzer. And now he hasn't written since she got transferred to the OR even though they said it should be a 30 minute procedure tops.
And maybe if i word vomit enough the merry-go-round of doom will stop or come to an end.
My mental health is most definitely not "well".
I also just saw a dude freeballing it on the street. Just a t-shirt, yup. I noticed him try and enter the house after me so I'm glad for speedy elevators. Couldn't have handled that well on top of everything today. I'd be the idiot in prison likely..
"This must be what going mad feels like."