Have you met my date, Murphy?

Yesterday was ruled by Murphy's law.

I had such high hopes for yesterday.  I had it all planned out.  Leave work, grab my guy, dinner, maybe a movie, dinner.  Nice romantic night.

Unfortunately I forgot to check my calendar.  I started my day with a meeting, pretty much a meeting that I have been working towards for a year now and if they told me I sucked at my job then it was game over.  It went "ok".  Not knock it out of the park fantastic... because half the people there hadn't bothered to read the reports and therefore were making comments on what they "thought" the reports said (sigh).  But ok.

Turns out I had a physical booked for yesterday.  I have a small confession.  I haven't had a physical in a few years... why?  because i hate them.  I hate people staring deep into my cervix.  Now, of course, i'm about to pay people vast sums of money to stand collectively at the opening to my cervix so I have to get over it.  The universe decided to teach me a lesson.

"Do you mind if the student sits in?"

Sits in?? on my pap smear?  Damn, of course I mind!  I don't really want even you to sit in... but what do I answer "Ummm... suure".  I try to make it sound as reluctant as possible so maybe she'll pick up on the fact that no I don't really want her there.  But the problem with having a disease as rare as cushing's is that no matter how mundane the procedure you are having done they will actively round up every student in the hospital to have a look at your lymph nodes because there is a very real chance that the nurse or doctor will never seen another Cushing's patient in their career. 

As I sat on the table I broke out in flop sweats.  The paper stuck to my legs so by the end that little piece of paper was shredded like it once contained confidential information that had to be destroyed.

Then they had to send me for an ECG... they thought my heart beat seemed a little "irregular".  You think??

The ECG was in the same hospital my father was in, so I went for a visit  before he went to the opera and I fought my way home through traffic.  He met with his oncologist yesterday and I wanted to know what she said.  Then he was supposed to see the nephrologist.  Suddenly, sitting there, my work blackberry starts to buzz... damn it.  I had forgotten about the reception I was supposed to attend.

I spend the evening stuck in traffic then clapping politely as awards are handed out.  I go home to kiss my husband.  Trip over a piece of furniture, pull out a piece of wood with a nail in it which punctures my slipper and into my foot.


I've had better days.