This morning started out alright as I made a visit to a couple of our outlying clinics to deliver their hand sanitizers and first aid kits myself. I don't think I show up out there enough and I want them to always know I'm here if they need me. It was good to get out there.
Then it went downhill.
I know it's going to sound funny. But at the time it was the end of the world.
Someone, who claims to be my friend, today claimed they found a dog hair in one of the brownies I made for everyone.
I know, I know. But the way it was presented to me just really threw me off. Now, don't go thinking I was just crying over a brownie or a dog hair and try to have me committed to a mental hospital or something. I have had lots of stressors and negative feelings that I just let build up inside me, and when one little thing tips me over the edge - BAM! - waterworks behind closed doors in my office for an hour.
Just when I thought my baking-therapy was working, it goes and screws me up.
Seriously though, it wasn't just the brownie. It was just great timing on their part.
Then it got worse. I got bad news from my doctor today. BAM. Hit me when I'm down! It's like deep inside I knew I was going to hear bad news, so I was already prepared with most of my tears out of the way. Maybe I'll think of it that way. Nah. I definitely had some tears left when I heard that news.
Somehow I managed to make it to almost 5 o'clock and hide out in my office most of the afternoon without too many people seeing me. Luckily I brought my glasses to work so I was able to make the switcheroo with the contacts and hide my huge puffy eyes behind my glasses. Darn allergies...heh... yeah... that's what I planned on telling people.
I got home, yelled at the dogs, Skyped with Carl and told him all about it, then talked to my mom for a while and told her all about it. I've been watching some Reba to try and cheer up a little and all of that seems to have lightened the mood for me for right now.
I have an early morning report tomorrow though so I will be going to bed early to try to sleep the rest of this day away.
My dad used to tell me to never wish any days away because they're all a gift from God (I wonder if he remembers that he told me that?). I really do try to remember that and remind myself of that even when I'm having a bad day. And I can report that it sort of worked today even. Just food for thought.
But not brownies.
One other thing that I forgot to talk about last night was my awesome conversation with my grandma Ger. We talked on the phone for almost an hour last night and it was very special. We were cracking up laughing at times and reminiscing at others. I've been a little down lately because I put up a display in my office recently that I really wish my other grandma (Grandma Mar) could see. It's her brother's picture and his Purple Heart that he was awarded. He was killed in World War II. I am proudly displaying his courage in my office and have gotten many many comments on it. Anyway, that's just something I've had on my mind. I am sure she likes the display from up in Heaven.
Well, back to Reba for a couple more episodes and then hopefully on to sleep for me. Thanks for reading.