Living the Nightmare


Let us hope that you do not know the feeling when you are looking at the damage caused by the bathroom ceiling falling down onto your living room floor, together with a cascade of water from the burst pipe which started the adventure, when you friend rushes in and says, some young lad has driven his car into yours, and it looks like yours is a write off.

You struggle to find a suitable expression to articulate your sense of horror, which could also be published in a family Blog, when the phone rings, and it is your spouse just telling you that they have been made redundant from their job with immediate effect.

On the face of it , that light-hearted trip with friends to that exciting new “Health Cake” store where the skilled assistant can reveal the news that a diet of whipped cream, marzipan and fudge can slim your figure back to teenage perfection and give you the cardio vascular system of an Olympic athlete will have to be delayed.

After some reflection you come up with the only word which seems to cover all these misfortune’s . “Bother” you say. Your sense of utter desolation and bewilderment is understood immediately by all those around you. They too may have had their dance with “The Princess of Gloom”, whose slick but colourless dress sense gives few clues about the length of her talons or the remorseless hold she can have on you once she has you in her grip.

Luckily the above scenario is fictitious but we all go through phases of bad luck or periods of significant stress and it is hard to express these in print and in a calm and orderly manner. Recently I have had to deal with a stressful situation, and face up to the news that increasing my cream, fudge and marzipan intake may not lead to the improvements in my figure which I originally hoped.

I thank you for your sympathy in advance, and you have mine for any unpleasant situation you find yourselves in. Sometimes, I have discovered, there is no choice but to walk onto the street and face the things you most dread single-handedly and alone, in an old style “Western” duel. People may cheer from the side lines but it will not improve your aim. The main thing is to stop your hand from shaking. Easier said than done.

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About Peter Wells aka Countingducks

Trying to remember what my future is
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29 Responses to Living the Nightmare

  1. catterel says:

    Courage, Ducks! The darkest hour is before the sunrise … give that Princess a manicure!

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  2. Thank goodness that was fictitious. I was reading along thinking, “how could so much happen at once?” Although, of course, in real life things do tend to cluster together just like this (both bad things and good ones). Wishing you less stress in the future.

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  3. I understand this completely.

    Keep stopping to smell the flowers, it calms the hand shaking 🙂 Wishing you well.

    I mentioned on your last post I had missed a couple of tours, explanation given on Shooting the Rapids. 🙂

    .

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  4. Abby says:

    Not to trivialize your situation, but I also thought the above scenario was a recounting of your past week. Yikes. However, without knowing the details of your real situation, I can say that I relate…all too well. Sometimes it doesn’t even have to be the insidious outside forces that cause this discomfort and angst, but in either case, do what you can and accept what you can’t. MUCH easier said than done, but just know you have lots of support. Hang in there!

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  5. Yes, Peter,
    I have found that one needs to walk directly thru the fire…& once we are on the other side (IF EVER) we are never quite the same as we were before..

    Sending you love, hugs, kisses from MN. Xx

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  6. Eric says:

    I can think of a few “B” words I’d use in that scenario, Ducky, but “Bother” is definitely not one of ’em! I would probably just pick up Clint Eastwood’s M-1 Garand and go out with one sentence: “Get off of my lawn!” 😉

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  7. Countingducks, when things start to fall apart and a person is hit from all sides with grief it often means they need to just “go with the flow” and see where it leads them.
    Whatever is happening in your life right now I pray is leading to much better things you just aren’t privy to yet.
    Hang in there!
    Hugs
    Carrie

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  8. babs50nfab says:

    I believe I’ve been there Peter. It does seem, sometimes, that the world is piling on. I find it’s best to surrender and then you begin to come out the other side. Not the same person, exactly, but wiser. Wishing you all the best!
    b

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  9. winsomebella says:

    That hand shaking thing gets me every time. Oh bother!

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  10. angelmanna says:

    Loving your wit and the wonder you leave me with. You do life so well, I am learning much from you. You are so right about just dealing with the blows head on – had another myself yesterday but not letting it weigh me to the bottom – in fact those figure altering goodies sound like just what I need right now since I can find neither my actual figure any more nor the answer to my conundrum this instant, lol. Write on, my friend, right on.

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  11. nelle says:

    True, easier said than done. I stood before a judge and awaited my fate, I’ve put my foot through the living room ceiling of my old home. Sometimes you just have to suck it up and deal.

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  12. Caroline says:

    Now I wish I’d thought of ‘bother’ last week when I tripped over a speed bump in a car park and with a degree of stunning brilliance bordering on Olympic gold – succeed in knocking out 4 front teeth!!

    I obviously felt my dentist needed more business!! It’s the only explanation I can come up with.

    So hugs to you and I hope life is less stressful. xx

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  13. Oh, that last paragraph says it SO WELL, Peter. Thinking ‘bother’ is perfect … even if it seems to trivialize something that feels and probably is rather major. But ‘all’s well that ends well’ and it does all end eventually … or perhaps really begins. Hmmm. A few months ago I lost my ‘day’ job … what a bother but hopefully an opportunity, too (although it still feels very frustrating). I am glad that the first paragraph was fictitious … and pray that all will be well for you.

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  14. In the wise words of John Wayne “Courage is being scared to death… and saddling up anyway.”

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  15. I’m sorry to hear a rough patch hit you. They are the worst. I wish you everything that it takes to stop the hand shaking.

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  16. Beth says:

    Within my family, we have been known to joke that if certain members didn’t have bad luck, they’d have no luck at all. But that’s part of keeping one’s sense of humor intact through whatever curveballs life is throwing.

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  17. renxkyoko says:

    Sorry for being late for the party….. trying to catch up on my blog reading !
    Anyway, as they say, when it rains , it pours. Just hang in there.

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  18. Shonnie says:

    I am so far behind reading your posts. You have been quite prolific. I can relate … very recently in fact to this post. The vent fan broke, the fridge broke, the toilet upstairs rained down and ruined the one part of the house that was finished as did the other bathroom leak in the living room. When the repair guy came to repair the vent hood only to discover he didn’t have the part and wouldn’t have it for two months my front door lock broke and he had to leave by the basement. hehehehe! Love you man

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