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Unmitigated Whining
Apr. 27th, 2009 09:54 pmToday has sucked. I'm sure I've had worse days in my life, but I really can't think of any, off the top of my head. And it wasn't even anything all that bad - just.... too many things, all in a row.
Nightmares all night, AGAIN, marking the third or fourth night in a row where I haven't actually gotten enough decent sleep to make myself functional.
Four out of ten patients with terminal or untreatable diagnoses, at least one with an owner who was truly... a challenge to communicate with.
Halfway through the day got bitten by a cat, through the base of my fingernail. Can't wait to see what that feels like once it starts swelling. On antibiotics now - the kind that make you throw up like crazy.
Oh yeah, and the cat wasn't vaccinated against rabies. So I might be rabid, too.
Home in time to realize that one of the ingredients for dinner was missing, leading to me having about fifteen minutes to eat before rehearsal.
Drove to rehearsal, spent 20 minutes looking for a parking spot for 25 minutes of rehearsing.
Home again, only to find that the CD I need to start practicing for another performance is missing. In the process of looking for it, lose the capture bead from my favorite bellybutton ring (gold circle, with a gold and CZ bead). Without the bead, the ring is useless, and the store won't sell me a replacement bead, so that's $75 we can't afford just thrown away.
Spent the past hour and a half crawling all over the living room, looking for the damn bead, because I can't afford to replace the ring. Somehow, defying all laws of physics and reality, it has rolled out of existence. However, in the process of looking, I have managed to rip off one fingernail below the quick, and knock a pointy box onto my own head.
I want to sit in a corner and cry. Today is so fired.
Nightmares all night, AGAIN, marking the third or fourth night in a row where I haven't actually gotten enough decent sleep to make myself functional.
Four out of ten patients with terminal or untreatable diagnoses, at least one with an owner who was truly... a challenge to communicate with.
Halfway through the day got bitten by a cat, through the base of my fingernail. Can't wait to see what that feels like once it starts swelling. On antibiotics now - the kind that make you throw up like crazy.
Oh yeah, and the cat wasn't vaccinated against rabies. So I might be rabid, too.
Home in time to realize that one of the ingredients for dinner was missing, leading to me having about fifteen minutes to eat before rehearsal.
Drove to rehearsal, spent 20 minutes looking for a parking spot for 25 minutes of rehearsing.
Home again, only to find that the CD I need to start practicing for another performance is missing. In the process of looking for it, lose the capture bead from my favorite bellybutton ring (gold circle, with a gold and CZ bead). Without the bead, the ring is useless, and the store won't sell me a replacement bead, so that's $75 we can't afford just thrown away.
Spent the past hour and a half crawling all over the living room, looking for the damn bead, because I can't afford to replace the ring. Somehow, defying all laws of physics and reality, it has rolled out of existence. However, in the process of looking, I have managed to rip off one fingernail below the quick, and knock a pointy box onto my own head.
I want to sit in a corner and cry. Today is so fired.
