This weekend was certainly no exception to that. I should've taken it as a sign that it was going to be an interesting 3 days when I woke up Friday morning and saw how dark it still was outside thanks to the rain and storms moving through the area. John had taken a day off, and we decided to go visit his parents and check out the "Free For All" event at their church (they hold it every year, and it's like a big yard sale except everything's free). Last year we scored a bunch of clothes for Judith, and were hoping to do the same this year and try to get some stuff in advance so we could prepare for next year. Anyway, John knew the target time that I wanted to leave by so we could drop the dogs off at my parents' house for the day and get to his parents' house early enough so we could try to get some good deals at the free for all, but in typical fashion of his side of the family, 80,000 different things had to happen to delay our departure and throw off the rest of the day's plans. We were basically ready to go, and just had to load a few more things in the car when the toilet decided to clog and overflow in the downstairs bathroom. It was really a minor thing, and it flushed fine after that, but it was enough that John had to clean things off and mop the floor while I entertained Judith enough so she wouldn't try to go in there while things were still gross. 1 clean bathroom and 1 shower later, we were finally on the road and had an uneventful (thank goodness) trip to my in-laws'.
Judith's not exactly a fan of big dogs, partially because she's not used to them and partially because many of them are bigger than her and intimidate her, so she was a bit cranky as soon as we walked in the house because the boxer was trying to kiss her and play with her in his excitement. She was warming up to him a bit, but would still get annoyed when he would pest her. During her vest treatment, he was hanging around her, and next thing I knew I heard her crying and John declaring that we had an issue. Apparently Judith got knocked into a piece of furniture and whacked her temple on the unpadded part... with her glasses on. She had a small cut on her forehead, a super nasty bruise on her temple (which is still there and will likely be there for a while), and completely destroyed her frames. So much for making it to her annual exam in September without needing a new pair of frames! I called her ophthalmologist and they ordered a new pair right away, but they probably wouldn't come in until Monday at the earliest. I swear, this stuff only happens on the weekends when you can't get a speedy repair!
The rest of Friday was relatively uneventful, and Saturday wasn't too bad save for Judith being really cranky and continuing to look for her glasses. Today, on the other hand, was pure hell. She's sensitive to bright light normally, but it was worse because of the pounding headache she has to have from the head injury. Because of the new symptoms cropping up, we took her to urgent care and had her checked out. Everything looks good, and she doesn't have any other signs of a concussion, but it's going to take a long time to heal. So between the pain from the injury and the sheer frustration of not being able to see, Judith's been absolutely miserable. I'm hoping that once we get her new frames and she starts wearing her glasses again, it'll cut back on some of the tantrums and take some of the edge off of her headache.
I'm also hoping that this coming week won't be nearly as stressful, but we'll have to wait and see how that pans out.