I began the day, simply enough, by getting puked on (pants and shirt) as I was about to walk out the door for work, leaving me to scramble for another option that fit well enough.
Later, I called to schedule Gatito’s surgery, and in the process learned that Gatito’s file had been marked to the effect of, “Anxious mother. Suggested she bring her husband next time.” Yeah. How fucking obnoxious can you get? Who *wouldn’t* be anxious upon learning their child required surgery?
Then the call came from the dealer where A’s car was in for service. Repairs would cost $4,000+, and the car already has 116,000 miles on it. So, car shopping it is this weekend. Because I had all this extra money sitting around and was just wondering what to spend it on.
Then, I was leaving work, and the front of the building is extremely poorly lit. I always worry I’m going to get hit by a car when I go out that way, since there’s no sidewalk there, either. Well, turns out that in addition to no lights, they didn’t bother to salt or sand either. So I fell and I broke the fall with… my nose. Yeah. Fractured my nose and the tip of my index finger, neither of which, apparently can anyone do anything. (And how fake does the story that I broke my NOSE falling on ice sound? I would totally suspect domestic abuse if I saw someone that looked like me.)
And then the kicker? Just to rub a little salt in the wound? When we got home, I got my period, which I wasn’t expecting, and it was messy.
I’m going to bed.
Yuck, I’m sorry, ouch, OUCH, and pick a four letter word.
Sorry for the very bad day.
xoxo. so sorry.
Holy cow! That sucks!!!!!!!!! It should be against the law for Fridays to be that bad.
You poor thing! My cousin, who was in her 30′s at the time, fell tap dancing and broke her nose. Sounds improbable, but true!
Hugs! And you’re in line for something REALLY GOOD to happen next. You deserve it.
ouch! poor thing. i hope today was much better.
How awful that they marked the file that way! Now I’m sure all my medical files are marked with the same thing. And how did you find that out anyway? Did the doctor/nurse actually tell you that your file was marked with that? Incredible!
Yeah, it basically came out in the course of scheduling the surgery. Sigh.
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You poor, poor thing. I hope your weekend has been much better.
The weekend sucked but i’m feeling better now!
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Oh! I’m sorry. Feel better soon!
On the file: wow. ON the one hand, I can understand doctors leaving helpful notes to each other. On the other hand…did they have to leave such condescending helpful notes? =P~
On the slippery sidewalk: I really hate to be That Person…but is this the time to talk to somebody in HR about safety/workmans’ comp for any lost time/expenses, etc. if that applies to your situation? At least they should be aware that the exit/walkway is unsafe. =(
Best of luck for a speedy recovery -
That is a truly craptastic day.
I hate that postpartum “I have exactly two pairs of pants that fit me decently and now they are both dirty” moment.
I think that almost worse than the broken nose, is the line in G’s file about “anxious mother” and the suggestion that you should have your husband with you. I think it is a sign of good mothering that you flip out a little when your kid needs surgery. I am wondering how having a husband there is really supposed to help that? Is the husband supposed to just say, “Oh surgery for my kid, no big deal? It’ll build character.” Lame and sexist.
It sounds like you need some good chocolate.
I love that just about anything is a good excuse for chocolate.
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