Wednesday’s Woes

I got up with the alarm on Wednesday morning, fully intending on going to work. I shaved and then showered. It was sitting in the shower (until the hot water ran out) that I realized it wasn’t going to happen.

I sent my boss yet another text (she’s probably getting sick of them) and went back to bed. I watched the morning news shows, but eventually fell asleep. That was a mistake. I had my glasses on. At some point they came off. Then I rolled on them and the resulting “crunch” woke me up. I snapped them in half!

Dammit!

So, I got out my phone book and called the optometrist. Naturally, Wednesday the office is closed. I got out my old pair and wore them the rest of the day.

The next problem was when I looked out the window for my trash can. It wasn’t there! Just the lid in the middle of the road and at least one car had driven over it.

So, I got dressed and put on my down coat, hat and gloves. I went out and started the truck (first time in what? Five days?) It wasn’t that cold out, BTW. Yes, the lid had been run over. And, yes, I found my trashcan about three houses down, in the ditch. Not sure if it got dragged under the garbage truck or what. But one of the locking handles was completely gone and the bottom was busted out of it. I took it back home anyway, determined to give it a proper burial.

Dammit! I liked that trash can. We’ve been through a lot of, well, trash together.

Vicky sent me a couple of texts, suggesting I go to the doctor. She claims I am a lot worse than she ever was and is worried. I told her I am not worried and will be in tomorrow.

Seriously, with now four days without pay, I can’t afford to go to a doctor.

I still haven’t eaten my Puerto Rican dinner, but managed to choke down the last of the chicken noodle soup at 8:00 p.m.  Then I went to bed.