One Hell of A Thursday

SO, we start off the day at 8 AM. I am supposed to call the radiology dept. to ask them if I can eat and tell them I have a tattoo on that wrist.

But I wind up the phone call by having my MRI moved all the way over to WEDNESDAY of next week (the tech who does the contrast dye is GONE) and feeling excessively angry about everything in life. I called Wausau and let them know that things had gone screwy, then I called Mom and let HER know that things had gone screwy.

By 8:30, the good mood that I'd woken up with had evaporated.

My cup was cracked at breakfast, dripping drink out the bottom of the glass. I nearly slipped on the ice on the way into the science hall.

Arthur Dent, I feel your pain. I, too, don't get the hang of Thursdays.

That and the BRACE is itching and I want to take it off again, but I know better because even a few minutes without it and my arm begins to ache.

Allow me ten seconds of hatred for the thing...

i hate this brace i hate this brace
iwant to rip it into little pieces
and toss them in the river...

ah.

i feel better.

back to what I was saying. My appt. has been moved to next week Wednesday at an ungodly hour of the morning. I am not happy about this, not in the least, but what can I do about it?

Meanwhile, I have to wear this thing another 6 days. Oi.

Not much else to say. I have to get doing other things, so I'll write again soon.


Ta,
Bec