So, my plan for Friday, April 3, 2009:
~Get up at 8:30, shower, dress, head out by 10 at the latest.
~Go to my Health Center apt. at 10:45.
~Go to my Gyno. apt. at 12:00.
~Call my mom and see how my gandpa's surgery for his eye went.
~Drive to Roseville to see my friend, with an hour to spare before she is off work to walk around the big mall.
~Then look at wedding dresses with her.
~Come home.
What happened:
~Woken up at 7:00 by all the animals out of their pens, took a while to wrangle them all back in, no shower, left at 10:10.
~Running late to my health apt. First came the nurse, who, after I told her my grandma passed away two weeks earlier and my grandpa was having surgery that day, she said, "You know, these things come in threes." Um, thanks.
~Get told by the doctor that they have no clue what is wrong with me, my leg hurts, but "that sucks, live with it."
~Head to my Gyno apt, get lost, make it there only just in time. Then they say, "No, you aren't pregnant, no, you don't have cancer, yes, you lactate, get used to it." Um, so that's good news right?
~Call my mom and find out they are staying in Sacramento because my Grandpa had a severely detached retina and can't travel yet.
~I decide to go to Sacramento for an hour. I get there, visit for an hour or so.
~I end up leaving at 5:30 on a Friday (stupid) to head to see my friend 15 minutes down the road. I got less then 1 mile from the hotel on the Highway, and the traffic came to a sudden stop, I rear ended the car in front of me.
~My car is so bent in front that you can't see the grill. I'm freaking out, never been in an accident, but decide that I should just drive to Roseville since nothing was leaking or anything.
~The hood came up while I was driving and shattered my window when I was in the middle lane on a bridge. Even more freaked out then.
~I had to have my car towed, my mom came to stay with me since I would have been stranded in a parking lot for an hour, and then my friend came and got me.
~We did go dress shopping, and out to a bar, and that cheered me up, but I needed a muscle relaxer to sleep, and my body still hurts.
Basically, I hate Sacramento. I'm thankful that I wasn't hurt more than a few tiny cuts and soreness, and that no one else was hurt. Hopefully, this is third thing, and things will be better now.
~Woken up at 7:00 by all the animals out of their pens, took a while to wrangle them all back in, no shower, left at 10:10.
~Running late to my health apt. First came the nurse, who, after I told her my grandma passed away two weeks earlier and my grandpa was having surgery that day, she said, "You know, these things come in threes." Um, thanks.
~Get told by the doctor that they have no clue what is wrong with me, my leg hurts, but "that sucks, live with it."
~Head to my Gyno apt, get lost, make it there only just in time. Then they say, "No, you aren't pregnant, no, you don't have cancer, yes, you lactate, get used to it." Um, so that's good news right?
~Call my mom and find out they are staying in Sacramento because my Grandpa had a severely detached retina and can't travel yet.
~I decide to go to Sacramento for an hour. I get there, visit for an hour or so.
~I end up leaving at 5:30 on a Friday (stupid) to head to see my friend 15 minutes down the road. I got less then 1 mile from the hotel on the Highway, and the traffic came to a sudden stop, I rear ended the car in front of me.
~My car is so bent in front that you can't see the grill. I'm freaking out, never been in an accident, but decide that I should just drive to Roseville since nothing was leaking or anything.
~The hood came up while I was driving and shattered my window when I was in the middle lane on a bridge. Even more freaked out then.
~I had to have my car towed, my mom came to stay with me since I would have been stranded in a parking lot for an hour, and then my friend came and got me.
~We did go dress shopping, and out to a bar, and that cheered me up, but I needed a muscle relaxer to sleep, and my body still hurts.
Basically, I hate Sacramento. I'm thankful that I wasn't hurt more than a few tiny cuts and soreness, and that no one else was hurt. Hopefully, this is third thing, and things will be better now.
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