Fish Tank Catastrophe

I’m still sick, but starting to feel a little better.  I am not writing to tell you about all of that though.

Not exactly sure the whole story, but today apparently we had a fish that was stuck behind the filter.  It was alive, and flopping around.  Whitney, "I think" was trying to save it.  We had six gold fish when the day started.  In the course of this taking place, the fish tank was picked up/dropped and cracked.  Alexandra came to me in a panic saying Whitney forgot the lid came off and dropped the fish tank, yadda yadda, the fish tank had cracked, one fish was dead, and they had all the fish in a little bitty container made for insects.  I asked her if she could duct tape the fish tank, because I did not have any money.  She said she taped it with regular tape.  I knew that wouldn’t work, not for long. I told her to find a large bowl to put them in until I could figure something out.  The one that was flopping around, they tried to revive by leaving it alone in the small tank.  They put the other fish into the bowl.  A few minutes later Alexandra said, "One fish is missing."  How do you lose a fish?  I said it probably jumped out/fell out of the tank, and the dog probably got it and ate it.  I wasn’t too far off, because within a couple of minutes I saw the fish laying on the dining room floor.  The only way it could have got there was by the dog. 

If you have read me for a long time you know I have a huge phobea of fish.  The scare me to death.  Seriously, like pass out/scream/get sick type scared.  Even fish sticks scare me.  Go ahead, laugh, get it out of your system, because here I see this fish lying on our floor, and Alexandra is like I’m not getting it.  Well… I sure as heck am not getting it.  Whitney ended up picking it up and throwing it down the toilet.  The other fish in the small tank also died. 

I had $9, Alexandra had $6.  We went to the store and bought a $10.49 tank and some butter, because we were out of butter.  As far as I know the remaining four gold fish are fine. 

I went to the doctor (OB/Gyn) this morning.  I am having my uteris burned, I will no longer be able to have children.  I am done.  I don’t want more, but there is a little piece of me that says stay available in case you meet a man that wants children and has not had the opportunity to have any. 

Do I think I will ever find true love, or any kind of love again?  I don’t know.  I honestly don’t believe so, but I do hope so sometimes.  Anyway, just wanted to make note of todays happenings.