An Alexander Day
What is an Alexander day? It’s one of those days that, from the outset, things start going very wrong. Mine began after I had poured some blueberry-pomegranate juice setting the glass in it’s proper place on the counter. When I reached for a utensil, I knocked the glass over. Nothing like trying to clean up blueberry juice before it stains a white counter top. Obviously, gremlins had swooped in and moved the glass. How else could this have happened?
There was also a container of walnuts on the counter that I was going to add to my breakfast cereal. The walnuts, noticing what was going on with the juice, decided to get out of the way of the frantic spill sopping. They took refuge on the floor. Bleepity, bleep, bleep! This had the makings of a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
I managed to get through the rest of breakfast without any further disasters. It wasn’t long before the phone rang. My caller ID let me know it was long distance from my uncle. Not having heard from him in a few years, I figured somebody died. I wasn’t ready to hear bad news so I let the call go through to voice mail. When I did check the message, I accidentally deleted it just after hearing my uncle’s voice. Yup. A terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day was unfolding. (BTW. Due to inexplicable issues with both of our phones, we didn’t reconnect until the next day. And, yes, someone had passed away.)
The next few hours were mercifully uneventful. Perhaps the remainder of the day might even be ordinary . It could happen. Why not? In the afternoon I went to a lab to get a blood draw. No big whoop. I’ve done this many times.
I’m here to tell you the technician who drew the blood injected the needle into my vein like someone throwing darts at a bull’s eye. Not only was it crazy painful, but it caused a swollen vein and sizeable hematoma which took many days to reabsorb. Good grief! It was still a terrible, horrible, no good very bad day.
Finally, evening came. Hoping for better things with the turn of the calendar. But wait. The day was not over yet.
I had an appointment coming up the next day. It was one in which I needed someone to accompany me. A friend was kind enough to accommodate. I truly appreciated her willingness to go with me as it is not always easy to find an available soul. That evening my friend phoned and said she had what amounted to a better offer and could I find someone else to take me. Really? That was the piece de resistance of the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
Nevertheless, there is an antidote for many difficult situations. It is Rule #6. What is Rule #6? If you don’t know, tune in to the next post. If you do know, tune in anyway.