Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Oh What A Night

Let me first preface this entry by saying: I am an idiot who does not know how to drive a car.

Well, I have a license and I have never been in an accident, but I am not comfortable behind the wheel. In short, I have very little sense of myself in the world. Add to the mix a giant, hulking machine and I am stumped. If I bang into things all the time, imagine what happens when you put me behind the wheel.

Exactly.

So last night when I got home, I decided, oh so wrongly, to spare my RRHB the trouble of having to come out and drive the car up into the icy laneway to put it back in our garage. Oh yes, this was something I could totally do myself.

Or not.

As I made it halfway up the slight hill before the car slid back down and wedged itself into a snow bank kissing a concrete wall, and with ice all around, it wasn't moving.

We had to call a tow truck.

Which cost me $157.50.

And then the battery died.

Sigh.

Add to that the panic and upset I felt for a) inconveniencing us so much for b) spending money we really don't have right now and c) for pretty much ruining both of our evenings, and I didn't sleep very well.

"No biggie," I thought. "I'll just get up early and make my way to the hospital so Dr. Kidney has everything for my app't tomorrow."

Hear on the news: "There's a five alarm fire...all streetcars are going to be diverted."

Even so, I still managed to get to the hospital well before 9 AM. Only to NOT have my bloodwork ordered correctly and have to wait almost 1.5 hours to get poked. So, after fasting (hangry anyone? [tm Charidy]), not sleeping, waiting for hours, getting the car stuck, being frozen waiting for the tow truck angel to do his work, being late for my own work, falling behind, and feeling sorry for myself, I started to cry. IN THE BLOOD WORK CHAIR.

Annnnywaaay.

I'm here now. And am about to get cracking. But thankfully, I had Jennifer Haigh's upcoming novel The Condition, which is really quite riveting, to keep me company.

EDITED TO ADD: I just ate some soup for lunch and bit down (it was lentil, I like to chew), on a rock almost the size of my pinky finger.

It's just that kind of day.

3 comments:

Kerry said...

What a nightmare. Congratulations on deterring the tears for so long-- v. impressive, I think. Hope things get better quick.

Beth said...

And now you should have some good days to make up for all of that.
(Unfortunately, life doesn't always work out that way...)

Melanie said...

I'm so sorry to hear about such a crossed day. It's a full moon, and an eclipse... could that have something to do with it? At least that doesn't happen often! Hope tomorrow's a better one.