Today Is Not a Good Day

Today has become officially a Feeling Sorry For Myself Day.

First. Doctor. To fix my un-fixable, permanently floating dislocated rib. Rotten, awful injection. Not a huge prospect of treatment success. Sux. Doctor is one hour and ten minutes late. Double sux. The appointment is early and I skipped caffeine to make it on time. Triple sux score.

Second. It is drizzling. This is cozy unless you have to leave work in the middle of the day to bike to a nutrition appointment which you accidentally scheduled on the same day as your rib injection. Stupid sux.

Third. Nutrition appointment. I almost cry, I kid you not. My nutritionist is very nice and very cheerful. It’s not her fault. She is good at what she does. I am dropping the weight I gained because of no exercise (see dislocated rib, above) but I am starving (bad). I got a nutritionist so I’d develop better eating habits…or, really, any eating habits outside of, “I’m hungry. I guess I’ll go find something to eat.” Being starving is not the eating habit I was shooting for. This is frustrating.

Fourth. It is still drizzling. I bike back to work in the drizzle. I think about catching a cold. I think about how sad it would be if I caught a cold on top of having such a bad day. Double sad, that’s how sad. I think about biking home in a few hours in this same drizzle and how sad that will be given my newly acquired cold, my dislocated rib and my deep and abiding hunger. So so sad. Very sad. Extra super sad. *sigh.

Now, however, it is time to pull myself together and watch The Daily Show on my computer so I stop being so sad. Does anyone have any hot cocoa? Toast? Anyone?