Days and Lives Change on a Dime. Is This Ever a Good Thing?

We all know that life can turn on a dime, but when I hear peo­ple say that it is usu­ally not due to some stroke of good for­tune, but some­thing we per­ceive as a challenge.

Take yes­ter­day at Our Little House, I had my day all planned and it began on a good note.

I let the dogs out and got to work early. The sun came up and it promised to be a gor­geous, 65+ degree day with a wind, per­fect for doing laundry.

And then, well, every­thing went south or turned on a dime, as they say.

Abbi came home from her romp in the woods, shak­ing and refus­ing to eat.

That’s never a good sign for her, and then I noticed the blood.

Not a lot of it, but enough to pool on the floor where she was lay­ing. After try­ing to get a look inside her mouth, I got an aspirin in her and let her rest while I con­tin­ued working.

By noon, she was no bet­ter, so off to the vet we went.

The vet said she had no idea what Abbi could have got­ten into, but she tried to chew on some­thing that caused “sev­eral” lac­er­a­tions in her mouth and on her tongue that had to be stitched.

Ca-ching.

My day turned on more than a dime.

This is the same dog who split open her paw pad and required two surg­eries and 6 weeks of leash walk­ing just a cou­ple of months ago.

For most peo­ple, life typ­i­cally changes on a dime when we get bad med­ical news or have an acci­dent, we lose work or at its worst, when some­one we love dies.

I’m still wait­ing for the day when life turns on a dime after I faint when I answer the door to the Publisher’s Clearing House guy hold­ing his giant check and roses, or we win Powerball, or my num­bers get drawn and I win an ulti­mate trip some­place we can only dream about from Wheel of Fortune.

Now, those would be life-changing events we would welcome!

What was the last sur­prise that changed your day or life, was it good or bad?  

12 Responses to “Days and Lives Change on a Dime. Is This Ever a Good Thing?”

  1. sarah henry says:

    Someone gave me some sound advice recently: Plan for the unex­pected. Each week –even most days — there is some­thing that knocks me off my game. A sick kid, fail­ing tech­nol­ogy, an unex­pected edit.

    Somehow I've found accept­ing the inevitabil­ity of this helps me han­dle the chal­lenges better.

    Does that make sense?

  2. Kim says:

    I'm not sure yet if this is life-changing or not, but this week, we noticed that my daugh­ter has some odd mark­ings on the folds of skin in her armpit.

    Coupled with her many cafe-au-lait birth­marks, this is con­sid­ered an indi­ca­tor of a genetic abnor­mal­ity that makes the nerve end­ings pro­duce benign tumors. Neurofibromatosis.

    I googled, got a lit­tle fright­ened, then clicked on Google Image Search and nearly passed out.

    … We have an appoint­ment with her doc­tor. There's a test. We'll see. But this may be a week that I'll remem­ber for the rest of my life.

  3. Vida says:

    Hello Kerri,

    I am so sorry to hear about Abbi but glad that you take such good care of her. Many peo­ple that I know here would have let things ride for a LONG time hop­ing for bet­ter (while get­ting worse).

    Something sim­i­lar hap­pened to us before last Christmas. One minute we're all well and happy and the next we're rush­ing to the vet an hour's drive away with our beloved Tiggy in my arms. He'd been hit by a car.

    2 months later we are still back and forth with Xrays and con­tem­plat­ing going to Italy for proper vet­eri­nary ortho­pe­dic care for his frac­tured hock and rup­tured lig­a­ments.… expen­sive and very dif­fi­cult to arrange. But we want the best for him and after hav­ing tried two vets in Greece (includ­ing one 270km away) we are desperate.

    Funny thing though, he has started walk­ing again with his injured leg (we are very care­ful to restrain him and keep exer­cise mod­er­ate) and as one vet said, "Sometimes God is the best surgeon".

    So, first a bad sur­prise and now (maybe) a good one. We'll see.…

  4. Alfredo says:

    Yes dogs can be expen­sive, yes they can get into things not nec­es­sar­ily good for them, and yes I do believe that there are two types of peo­ple in the world. Those that are dog peo­ple and those that aren't. I pre­fer to hang out with the dog peo­ple! PS, we have insur­ance for our adorable min-pin Pepe!

    • Kerri says:

      I think if you have one dog, Alfredo, the cost of pet insur­ance is worth it. I've looked into it and the cost for 6 (if they would even insure older dogs with dubi­ous back­grounds) is more in doubt. P.S. I would rather hang with dog peo­ple, too! ;)

      • Much like peo­ple, dogs/cats with pre-existing con­di­tions get the shaft when it comes to insur­ance. Our big boy Harry, who's per­fectly healthy but hap­pens to have an irreg­u­lar heart­beat, is vir­tu­ally unin­sur­able. Sigh.

  5. Nanci says:

    Kerri, I can so relate! At age 56, I should be embar­rassed to say that I can remem­ber the exact DAY when I began to "steel myself" against bad things that might hap­pen! I tried out for cheer­lead­ing, knew I had kicked butt, and yet when the list was posted my name was miss­ing! Totally dev­as­tated and I swore to never let myself become vul­ner­a­ble again! Well thank­fully time heals and now many MANY years later, I can say that I've learned to roll with it. We all have bad news deliv­ered on a reg­u­lar basis and you either roll with it or you are con­stantly on edge wait­ing for the other shoe to drop. What an ugly way to live!

    So far the sky has not fallen and the bills con­tinue to be paid (albeit late on occa­sion) but life goes on and we put these things behind us!

    PS: I hope your dear pup will be feel­ing bet­ter soon!

    • Kerri says:

      Thank you, Nanci, she is doing much bet­ter today. Not happy about being on a leash again, which we'll have to do until next Monday, but at least she is doing bet­ter. I think we all remem­ber that first big dis­ap­point­ment of child­hood, so I wouldn't be embar­rassed. It was a life les­son for all of us, most chal­lenges are. :)

  6. It was the day that i had rou­tine colonoscopy and dr came out and said i had polyp and it looked like can­cer and to con­tact a sur­geon. dec 09. it was. i had 7 mos of chemo. im a sur­vivor. i had had rou­tine colono­scopies every year but dr said i must have missed it in a fold or some­thing. My life changed dra­mat­i­cally and will never be the same. Im always wor­ried it will come back some­where else and it sta­tis­ti­cally can. But ive had good dra­matic changes also..when grand­ba­bies were born…4 times now and it was won­der­ful and changed for­ever. so it can go both ways. thats just life.

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