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Opm_Dreams (shaarilla) wrote,
@ 2003-02-24 17:40:00
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    Current mood: accomplished
    Current music:Carol King - Tapestry

    Murphy's Law
    Perhaps it is because I am Irish that Murphy and his annoying laws have the desire to consistently cross my path. Thus, I was not surprised today by just such events. As large crystalline snowflakes fell from the sky and stuck to the frigid ground exactly 30 minutes prior to my departure for an 11:30 appointment for Adam with Jim, his orthotist. This could have made for larger problems than it did. These visits never take less than 1 hour, most often taking more. The time and the snow left me concerned about meeting my second appointment in timely fashion, which was scheduled for 1:00 and the third scheduled for 3. Thank goodness I had foreseen Murphy's perpetual bane in my life the year I bought my 4 wheel drive vehicle! Though I did a bit of slipping and sliding, I still managed to wreak havoc on poor Murphy's impishness.

    It was only this morning that I informed my boss I would be available to work Thursday and Friday of this week and all of next only to find out I will have to change that now too. Jim is going on a trip to Southern California (that dweezil) and will not be returning until Monday of next week which means I will have to skip work Tuesday to take Adam back in for a fitting. And he had the nerve to accuse me of bringing this winter weather back to haunt him! Shit, I told him I had no sympathy and that he ought to take us with him! He was game for that... nice to know you're loved... too bad it's not possible! (crying)

    I was only late to the second appointment by 10 minutes, which stands to be a new record, one that bugs my therapist to no end. (I had the foresight to know what we would begin the session discussing!) I don't quite see the point in discussing lateness when the only complaint she has is that it cuts into our time. As if talking about lateness is going to help increase the time we have together! It was a freaking 2 hour session anyway, what's 10 minutes less? Her response, "One hundred minutes instead of one hundred twenty." I'm thinking about $100.00 is the real difference. (eyeroll) Therapists, they are so damn anal, they really ought to take a pill and call themselves in the morning!

    By the time of our third appointment, Adam's physical therapy, most of the wet stuff that fell had melted away in the sun or by the salt dropped from the back of the city trucks. So, all's well that end's well. Which is exactly what I can say for the day... it ended well.

    Now I just need to get through the dinner, which is cooking now and smelling wonderful and the bed time ritual before I can finally say a day well spent.

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