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Friday, October 19, 2007

Try and top this. Go ahead, try!

I have had the worst day today. I mean, maybe one of the worst days ever. Like in my entire life. I just cannot even begin to process how much everything is sucking. I know, this whole week seems horrible, the month seems worse, the year has been a disaster.... I know it. I swear it, I'm not looking for trouble, trouble just finds me.

So anyhow, I get up at 6:30 this morning to get the Boy out of bed and ready for school. Then I get ready to go and bring the Girl stuff at her placement, and to sign her in. Now, you know that I have the world's most unreliable, old piece of crap automobile in the world. And you know that I rarely drive anywhere, especially on the highway. So, I get in the car and start heading towards the hospital, which you get to by taking the highway. Lovely.

I arrive at the hospital after going up and down one street FOUR freaking times looking for it, but true to Masshole signage, I'm on the wrong roads time and time again. This place is in the back woods and it is HARD to find. Finally, I stop a guy in a pumpkin patch and ask where the hell the place is, and it's right down another road which isn't marked at all. You just cannot believe how complicated this was, typical of New England road suckage.

They tell me to go to the blue awning, and so I pick up the Girl's duffle bag and trudge all the way up to the blue awning to be rudely told I was in the wrong place. Delightful introduction! I get back in the car, drive down this long driveway to the right building, park the car in a handicap place, and once again drag out the duffel bag and trudge up to the stairs. This time the people are markedly nicer. I fill out the forms, sign my life away, visit with the Girl for a bit, and then leave as I have a doctor's appointment in Boston that I have to get to.

Except the car is dead. Defunct. Gasped it's last breath. Gone but not forgotten. Back I go into the placement, and ask if they can get me a taxi voucher. Nope, they cannot. I freak out because this doctor's appoint CAN NOT be missed, it's with a specialist that rarely sees patients as she mostly does research, and with her genetics team. I MUST get there.

I call a friend I know is leaving for Poughkipsee and get her husband. I tell him what's going on, he says he'll pick me up (bless him) and take me to the hospital. Phew. He must have booked it down the highway because he got there in no time, and we got to the hospital only 15 minutes late. I had called to tell them I would be late, so they were still around.

I have not yet eaten anything and it's 11:45.

My blood pressure is through the roof. I tell the doctor about the stress I'm experiencing and how hard everything is. We talk about me, a favorite topic, and not about the kids. I love her. I am so tired of talking about the kids all the time. They're nuts, get over it. After the exam I meet with the genetics team and go off on this huge tangent about how I'm so frigging sick of the whole Pink campaign and how come nobody understands what it means to like with heart disease. I'm on a freaking roll. I bet they thought I was insane. I don't care.

Then the genetics team has me read this huge long form about blood used for research, and what I will and won't allow, and how they should or shouldn't contact me with information beyond my own genetic disease, blah blah blah. I sign here and there, and we go get the bloodwork done. 5 vials later, I'm free to go. But I don't have any way to get home except the dreaded T.

Let me explain. My line is divided into sub-lines. Each sub-line goes to a different place, so you have to be on the right letter to get to where you want to go. I live on the D. The hospital is on the E. I have to walk to the train, get on the inbound line to the city, and then change at a station that has both D and E stops. On the subway map, it looks like Copley is the right station. But when I get to Copley, which is under construction as is most of the T these days, there is now way to get from E to D unless I go upstairs and pay again to get into the subway. Not likely!

So I go more inbound to Arlington, and there I'm able to change lines without paying. But... this station is also under construction, so when you used to be able to walk across the tracks from one train to another, now you have to go up and down large flights of stairs. I've already walked my limit, but I drag myself up the stairs, over the bridge, and down the stairs to wait for the train. In a station which has no air at all, and is about 90 degrees and 100% humidity. Lovely. I ask some woman to move over so I can sit, and she gives me a harumph and a filthy look, but moves.

I'm underground in the pit of hell and a B train comes. Then a C train comes. Then another B train comes. And an E train. But is there a D train? No, there is not. I wait and wait. Crowds come and go.

Finally, a D train. I get on, actually get a seat, and sit in air conditioned splendor. Of the new additions to the T experience is a voice telling you what the next stop is, and what door will be opening. The stops were right, the doors were wrong about 75% of the time. If he said left, you went to the right side door. It was sad. How hard is it to tell the left from the right?

Finally, my stop. Life is looking up. I get off the train, and go up to the taxi stand. There are always taxis there. Always. Except today. Today there were no taxis at all. I wait and wait. Nope, no taxis. I call home and tell the Boy to call me a cab. I wait and wait some more. Then a black Lexus pulls up and this handsome boy screams out, "Hey, are you The Boy's mother?" I say "yes" and he tells me that the Boy called him to come and pick me up. He takes me home where I discover that the Boy has a ton of friends over. I shoo them away because I am too exhausted to play hostess with the mostess right now. All I want to do is collapse and cry.

And that, my friends, was my day. It started at 6:30 and not one thing went right until 4 pm. Really, top that!

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Blogger CaHwyGuy - Daniel the California Highway Guy said...

Consider yourself hugged.

19/10/07 4:17 PM  
Blogger Robin said...

Are you allowed to have margaritas, because I'd send you over a pitcher? If not, we'll make it chocolate.

19/10/07 5:10 PM  
Blogger Mrs. Chicky said...

I'm sorry you're having such a sh*t time lately, M. I'm sending my good thoughts that things get easier for you and your family.

19/10/07 7:20 PM  
Blogger JaniceNW said...

I'm sorry you're having such a crappy time. I'll send you the See's chocolate I bought tonight... You can eat nuts, right?

20/10/07 1:03 AM  
Blogger margalit said...

Nuts are protein. They are good for me. I eat almonds every day. Heart Healthy!

But I need Sees chocolate. We don't have Sees here, and it makes me so sad. I love the Sees suckers, especially the chocolate and vanilla ones. Yum.

20/10/07 1:27 AM  

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