I think it's impossible ....

.... for me to be any more exhausted than I feel. It was a long morning. I teared up at the very beginning but managed to keep it together.
Daughter #1 survived the CT scan. We take the films to the surgeon tomorrow. Hopefully he'll be in the office and can look at them soon.
Tomorrow is also the tax accountant. That should be so far over my head that I won't remember a thing. My goal is not to hyperventilate. We'll see.
My brother-in-law leaves tomorrow night to go to Okla to spend some time with his parents. I shall also try not to hyperventilate when he leaves. I expect to be less successful with that.
Oh, and here's the very, very best part of my day: Daughter #3 called this morning as I was on my way to the attorney's office:
Her: "I have something to tell you that's going to be stressful. Do you want me to send you an e-mail or tell you now?"
Me: pause -- "Tell me now."
Her: "I just got an e-mail from the cashier's office. There's something wrong with the tuition check that you sent. The e-mail said, "I realize this has been a difficult time for your family, but if you don't wire or send a cashier's check by Friday, you're classes will be cancelled". Oh, and "your check writing privileges are now suspended".

This is from a well-known Baptist university (i.e.: a "Christian" university) whose president sent the girls a hand-signed note of condolence. Whose deans have sent cards. Whose professors have called. Guess the cashier's office doesn't share the compassion.

Yes, I made an error when I wrote the check but forgot to transfer the funds from another account. We have never been late with anything at the school. I am paying tuition for two people. My banker should have caught it, but didn't. So there we are.
He did take care of it today and was very apologetic (to my friend, who worked in banking for a long time and really gave him an earful). But I still blame the woman in the cashier's office, whom Daughter #3 went to talk to personally today. She said she just kept a smile on her face, said, "I know it's a difficult time, but either pay or get dropped... in two days." Daughter #3 wanted to slap her. I almost wish she had.
I would love to post her name and phone number here --- you don't know how much control it's taking me to not do that.
So, just when you think it's not possible to be more exhausted or get more stress thrown on you .... you do.
My first thought when the surgeon told me that night about the train wreck of a surgery was this:
"What are You thinking? What the hell are You thinking?!". That seems to be the closest thing to a prayer that I've managed.
And I'm still asking Him that.