That story would sum up last week for me. It was a jellyfish week.
Woke up Tuesday morning and was getting ready for work. Was getting dressed and when I stood up had a sharp pain shoot across my chest. Sat down for a minute and when I got back up it started again, radiating down the backs of both arms. UH OH

Grab a fist full of asprin, chew em up, and call the paramedics. Get to the hospital and they confirm, having a heart attack. 2 hours and a cardio cath later, I'm in the ICU, left leg in a brace so I can't move it due to the hole they just put in my femeral artery. Miss my company Christmas party Wed night since I'm stuck in the hospital. Get out Thursday afternoon, get home, take a shower to get the hospital funk off me, and when I get out there is a voice mail from my ex wanting me to call her.
Round two. My ex has lost her mind since we split 3 years ago. She had 5 dogs and 6 cats in the house, wasn't keeping the place clean and when my son went to school on Monday last week his coat reeked of cat piss. The school started asking questions of him and my daughter, social services got involved, and they took my kids out of the house. 4 days later she decides to tell me what's going on. Now I know why she never wanted to me come over to pick up the kids or drop them off. So that was what I got to deal with less than hour after getting out of the hospital from having a heart attack, and all of that a week before Christmas when I STILL don't have all my shopping done, now I'm trying to make sure my kids don't end up in foster care.
Social services paid me a visit Saturday because I had the kids with me all weekend to make sure my place is clean (it is spotless and I keep it that way) but they told me if I want to take the kids full time I have to move into a larger apartment. I'm in a 1 bedroom place because it's all I can afford after paying child support.
Yeah big jellyfish
