I spend all night having nightmares about being unable to protect my daughter. I wake up this morning, and my wife tells me that Progeny has asked for my prayers because she's sick, and, "Will I be there for her birthday?"
I haven't been on the new job long enough to earn vacation time, and I can't afford it right now anyway.
Suck it up, punch your demons in the throat, drive on. That's the only solution I have right now. Time to make it happen.