I don’t think I had my headache before I left the house this afternoon. Everything was going swimmingly; it had been a productive morning. I even got a little catnap in before my doctor appointment this afternoon. I arrived in plenty of time to check-in and do all the paperwork. There was one person at each window, so I got to choose which person I wanted to stand behind (the woman on the right, please) and I struck my pose. Just then, the guy on the left finished with his business and vacated the check-in window. Cool! I’m in luck! No more line-standing for me!

Nope. Spoke too soon. Some woman comes flying in from nowhere, walked straight up to the window, sideswiped me, and took her place as numero uno in line on the left. There I am; left looking every bit the fool in the middle of the floor, which is where I stayed because NOW I refuse to choose a line for fear of having THAT happen again!

The lovely woman in front of me finished up in no time (”See,” I tell myself, “and you made such a big deal of it!”) So I stepped up to the window, did my thing, and turned around to head over to sit down and this woman cut in right in front of me and took my seat. I’m serious! It wasn’t the same woman, mind you, it was a different one. But there I am, AGAIN, standing in the middle of the floor, looking like a fool. But this time I decided to REALLY own it. For affect I said, “Must be one of those days.” There. I showed them. Not sure WHAT, but I showed them.
OK, surely the bad karma was limited to that doctor’s office. So I bee-bopped outta there to get my bloodwork done. Yippee! LOVE those vacutubes. As a professional patient (when you’ve had a chronic illness for as long as I have that is one term out of many that we call ourselves) one of the tricks of the trade (similar to how one would handle a two-year-old) is to take the patient out for a little “treat”. Its been a long time since I’ve resorted to the “take the patient out for a treat” method of reward, so I decided an ice cream cone would be an appropriate reward. I head into my favorite ice cream place and what meets my eyes but an empty store front. Yes, the ice cream space is up for lease. Aaaarrrggghhh!!!! Where does a girl go in this tiny little town to get ice cream, anyway? Charlotte?? DC??!!!!

Sorry, lost my head a moment. I placated myself with one of those .99 cent frozen thingys at Wendy’s. Then I went over to Bear Stearns and opened a new account. It just wasn’t my day.