It.Has.To.Get.Better

Right? After the sudden and unexpected death of my friend, more crap at work, and being physically sick, things started to head towards the better. Wednesday was awesome. I worked 10 hours and while it was a long day, I was actually complimented-(for the first time there)-on how well I ran the classroom that day. The lead teacher was out 'sick.' I was on cloud nine. Got to the end of the day, got in my car, got home, and listened to my phone messages. Cloud nine was no longer. I was now free falling. 3 messages.

Message 1: Grandma had a stroke.

Message 2: Grandma is brain dead.

Message 3: Grandma has died.

More tears, more lack of sleep, more emotional pain.

Message 4 came this evening. The toxicology report came back-(as is standard fare at the hospital she was at).

Message 4: She overdosed--big time.

So I'm now at the point of "It has to get better." Not because it can't get worse, it can. It can get much much worse. But because I don't know how much more I can take without a reprieve from tears, sleep deprivation, and pain.