the day begins like any other recent day- hitting snooze 4 times before falling out of bed, bleary-eyed, and bed-head so bad i look like an 8 year-old boy...
i get myself ready and make the trek to the hospital (gag) in the freezing weather. i make my way up to the doctor's office to sign in, where i'm told my appointment is not scheduled for 9am like i thought, but for 12:15 (they manage to squeeze me in early, thankfully).
come to find out, i need more (try, 3rd) surgery on my itty bitty wrist. damn bone won't heal, so i have to settle for an invasive (bone grafts and screws and all) surgery to insure usage of my wrist in the future. from that lovely little chat, i head downstairs (into the depths of squallor-ridden hell) to wait (for an hour in an over-crowded waiting room with stinky ass people) to get my labs done- i.e. blood drawn and urine specimen. then, i walk to work in the chilly wind while trying not to burst into tears. all i want to do is call my mom, but i can't because my phone was shut off. i can't even get a delicious triple shot vanilla latte and blueberry muffin from Flat Black because... i have no money! so, i get to work, limping in all my glory... work goes fairly well the whole day until the early evening rolls around. dinner for the office is ordered from CPK and when it gets here, shocker! they forgot my salad. so, i leave work "early" (7:30pm) and limp home crying.
"i think i'll move to australia"...
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