Bad Day
Yesterday. Wow. It started out with no coffee. The CT scan required fasting because it was with contrast. A detail I had overlooked. And coffee is not considered a clear liquid. Tea is, but not coffee. The scan went off without a hitch although the iodine hitting my body always gives me pause. Meanwhile, my back, which I tweaked on Wednesday morning was starting to act up. A storm was brewing. It hit when I got on Interstate Ten. I had just passed the exit for Buc-ee’s heading west when the traffic stopped. As in still. All lanes were closed due to an accident that happened earlier that morning.
I would have known about this, if upon getting into my car I had turned on the radio or put my trip into a mapping app as I often do just to avoid things like this. But I was without coffee and not as sharp as I should have been. I moved on instinct and somethings that can find you at a watering hole with an alligator waiting to take you down. Down I went. My back hurt. My spirits sagged. I fumed. I crawled. I reached an exit and found a route around the trouble. I finally got coffee at the Buc-ee’s in Bastrop. By then it was too late.
The clouds had settled in, literally and figuratively. It was drizzling when I got home and cold and the house was empty, and my back hurt and I felt like hell. There was no food either, so I had to go shop. If was a camel, that straw would have broken my back. I got that done, however, ate, and then waited for bedtime. I watched a movie to lift my spirits. They came up a bit. It was a Rom-Com about a world in which people suddenly forgot about the Beatles except this one musician who remembered. He got famous, turned it down, and found love. I made it to bed. Barely. This morning I have tea, my back feels better, the sun is supposed to shine, and my oldest son is coming to visit. I think this will be a much better day.