And you thought YOUR week was bad...

I was talking with a work-related contact of mine this afternoon. For the sake of anonymity, let’s call her “Sandy”.

I hadn’t heard from Sandy in awhile (which was odd), and asked her where she had been for the past couple of weeks.

I wasn’t quite prepared for her answer.

Apparently, Sandy had been hospitalized for nearly a week because of blood clots in both her legs and her lungs (i.e. she almost died). She was released from the hospital late last week, and her friend drove her from the hospital to the local CVS near Sandy’s house to fill her prescriptions.

While waiting for the prescriptions to be filled at the counter, a man with a gun came into the store and held it up. Despite being heavily medicated (not to mention scared to death!), Sandy not only notified the manager in the back of the store of the situation up front, but also managed to memorize the license plate of the getaway car parked NEXT TO Sandy’s friend's car in the parking lot. The result of this was that the suspects were apprehended not long after the hold up and Sandy gets to go ID them in an upcoming police line up (something she’s VERY excited about).

But that’s not where Sandy’s story ends, though (oh, no, no).

Sandy needed to give herself daily injections to keep the blood clots from returning over the weekend. The problem was that she didn’t know how to inject herself, and didn’t have any syringes to inject herself with, either. This sent her into a panic on Saturday night, as she didn’t know what to do and wasn’t allowed to drive anywhere thanks to all the medication she was taking.

Having nowhere else to turn, Sandy ended up calling her vet down the street in hysterics (since their office is within walking distance of her house and Sandy has been a loyal costumer for years), and her dog’s doctor has been graciously administering all of her shots for the past three or four days.

Tragically, all of this hasn’t had the intended effect on Sandy’s blood clots, though, and the poor thing might need to be readmitted to the hospital as soon as tomorrow morning.

Despite all of this, Sandy remains in good spirits and actually laughed (LAUGHED!) as she told me about the events of the past five days. I’m pretty sure I’d be a useless, emotional puddle if it had all happened to me. How’s she’s still standing (with a sense of humor to boot!) is beyond me.

Say a prayer for her, okay?