Eek! I don't follow the blogs, but a friend was kind enough to PM me that she'd seen this, since everyone knows Brian and I are "real-live" friends with you guys. Please keep us updated on how Mr. Snark is doing! I wish I had some advice on how to get him to slow down, but, as a fellow Type-A person, I know how hard-headed we all are. (a friendly to all the overachievers, self included). Maybe this will be a wake-up call for him?

 

Argh, that must have been so scary for you. I'm glad he seems to be better. Feel free to PM any time.

 

Hugs,

Laurel

Hope your husband (and you) are feeling better.

 

edited for improper grammar, ack.

Oh no! I'm so sorry to hear this, and I'm glad that your Mister is home and under your care. I am friends with someone who is the type Who Cares Too much, and I always worry about him flaming out.

 

(Sending you my yoga teacher relaxation talk or my general goofball distraction technique, or maybe a bit of both!)

 

I hope that you both take care of yourselves this weekend, and if you can get the Mister to consider being gentle with himself, that would be grand. to both of you.

Oh. my. god. Just tell him to start looking for a new job already. Sit him down on his butt with a nice glass of iced tea and Monster.com and make him do it!

 

It's not Mr. Snarky's fault his boss can't manage his way out of a brown paper bag. And as for his coworkers, if they have two brain cells to rub together to make a spark (which I'm assuming they do), they will all also eventually get the hell out of dodge, he doesn't need to worry about them. There is no such thing as a moral obligation to stay in a job that is killing him!

 

That whole waiting until Labor day thing needs to be scrapped, I think colapsing and going to the hospital is a big honking neon sign saying, "start looking NOW!"

I hope Mr. Snarky feels better soon. To the both of you, take care of yourselves and not to worry, the weekend is almost here!

Dear Snarkity,

 

I've enjoyed reading your blog, but am so sorry to hear about this happening to you and Mister. Stress takes a huge toll on our bodies and on minds, and I hope you can be good to yourself too during this time, anyway...it is so hard to see someone we love in any kind of pain.Well, just thinking about you guys,and hope for better.take care, marilyn

I'm keeping a cheery thought for The Mister

 

And a for you

 

(Snarky's gonna break from her third person rule for a bit here.)

 

Y'all! :sniffle: I am not an emotional forum participant, probably because most of my forum time is at work and if I were to ever really or or any of that I wouldn't be practicing my office monkey ninjitsu for very much longer...

 

But I honestly teared up reading all of your comments here and the PMs I've received. I'm sorry I'm not responding to each and every one of you, but really... despite my mutant ability to tear up at every single LDS commercial and horribly formulaic rom-com movie I am thought of as a bit of a stoic most of the time. You all really, really touched me.

 

Thank you so much for your kind thoughts, advice, commiseration, and support. I will do my best to convey my personal thanks as I find the time over the next few days.

 

The Mister stayed out of work today. He's doing much better. I took some time off of work today and we went farmers' marketing and nursery window shopping (plants, not babies).

 

He's whipping up a batch of Moosewood sweet potato quesadillas and home made salsa right now... so I think he's pretty much feeling back to normal.

 

Tomorrow he's going to try to go to work, but his boss and his co-workers have already hinted that they will forcibly block him from entering his office if he does.

 

Even if he doesn't get out of that company ASAP (which I'm sort of pushing for), he's already aired the idea of talking with the co-presidents to get moved to a different department where he can learn a little more about the basics before having to jump in to project management like he did a year ago.

 

As unsure as our financial future is now (and really, it's not that bad... we've got a small cushion saved up for emergencies, and as much as we would hate to, my parents are always ready to help out if necessary - a luxury of which we've never indulged but it's good to know it's there) I have a crazy, hopeful faith that it will work out in the end... that by the end of this, he'll finally have found a place that feels as "home" to him professionally as our lives together feels personally. And then maybe I'll get my "click" moment too.

 

Thank y'all, again, for everything.