Last week, I had a day when the gods conspired against me. Though I will likely not forget this day, it certainly wasn’t one that will go down in my journal as a personal best.
On Wednesday our truck needed serviced, which left me without wheels for a day since Matt had to take the car to work. This was okay with me, because I had a sinus infection anyway and didn’t need to go anywhere. I had been to the doctor on Wednesday and started on meds. The only place I was that day was under a blanket on my easy chair.
Wednesday evening, we did get the truck back, so I had wheels again in case I needed to do something. I must have tempted fate, because that’s when the trouble began.
The following day, I had planned to email a friend in the morning to postpone our meeting and lunch date due to being sick. My computer had gone postal on me (sorry, not a good expression, I know) and was refusing to allow me access to the internet. I have no idea why. It said we weren’t connected. Gremlins apparently got in over the night, got annoyed at my coughing, and messed it up. So, I had to call her and croak out a message about postponing. Hopefully she got the message before I was supposed to be at her place of employment.
Now I was a little hungry but really didn’t want to cook myself anything. So I got in the car and went to town to buy soup. I went to a place where I had a gift card. Free lunch would certainly make me feel better. I was to town and back with soup and an icy cold drink for my sore throat in less than half an hour. No easy feat because all the parking was closed off due to the set up for the Strawberry Festival. So sick and tired (literally), I had to park and walk a ways.
I got home, and there in my purse was the unused gift card. I had spent cash for soup, when I could have gotten it for free. Arg! I set up my tray and retired to the chair. I couldn’t get on the internet, so I couldn’t check email or play any games. I was stuck reading or watching television, so I chose to binge on Netflix and watch about 10 episodes of Parenthood.
In the middle of episode 2, I remembered it was recycling day, so I bustled about gathering all the newspapers and pop cans and dragged the orange bin to the curb. The bags kept falling off, so this usually minor task became an exercise in perseverance and exhaustion. I keep coughing and sneezing, and by the time I got back inside I was ready to collapse.
Finally, I sat down in my chair and put on the TV, wondering what else could go wrong. Not a smart thing, you know? Email me at firstname.lastname@example.org.
Sue is a retired public servant who volunteers at a local elementary school and Hospice and keeps busy taking care of house, husband, son, and pets. She lives just outside of Troy, Ohio.