I am having a bad day. I usually have a sunny disposition, but today was just one too many people trying to pee in my wheaties. First I am overworked as shit this week. (Thank you, God, for my job.) I take what turns out to be half the day for a doctor's appointment. They reassigned my care provider for the 3rd time this year. So I got some new guy for the first time again- always weird in and of itself. Second, they were over one hour late calling me in and workers are just sitting on their fine white hineys while I digest Vanity Fair. Third, some med tech is snarky with me and after weighing me says,"This is very bad for a military career." Now I always suspected the reason Sanchez was in the desert and not my dh was my failure to keep my hips down- as if! Next some physician's assistant comes in and starts fussing at me and cutting me off while I am speaking. I realize sometimes that is the only way to get a word in edgewise with me( Joe and I call it simultaneous conversation), but this guy was a bit much and cranky, too. "When have you had your physical?" Shrug from me. "Where's your red dog tags" WTF is this guy talking about? Red what? "You are allergic to penicillin and where are your red dog tags?"
I am still having no clue what is going on and I am and hour and a half late for the rest of my world and not feeling the happy dance happening for me anytime soon. My nails look like crap. My face looks like spring in bloom. I am hungry. People who are usually Yes, Mam and No, Mam to me were rude and obviously singing from another song sheet than mine. So, I did the only thing I know to do when completely derailed- I went to the fabric store.
The Vogue Pattern Book Spring 2004 was there whispering to my inner size 4. The fabric was ladylike and springlike. My daughters will be home for spring break. I'll make them salwar kamish and smocked evening bags and maybe a linen nightshirt and spring suits in linen by Issay Miyaki, I'll knit a peacock blue mohair coat for myself. I'll embroider pima cotton pillow cases with our monograms and God will be in her Heaven again and all will be right with the world again. I felt restored and able to do what needs to be done again.
Leaving the fabric store I see the dh in his red Jeep driving through the historic district. I pull over, get out of my car, and pop into tears- The unexpected overwhelmed, overwrought ,incoherent kind of crying jag that only a bad day( and maybe PMS) can trigger. Dh puts me in his car and I relate my day to him (minus the little fiber arts retail therapy thing) and he says, "Honey, did you tell them you were not active duty? Didn't the dog tag thing give you a clue?"
NNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, so not only am I chubby AND moody, I am clueless as well.
Happy I didn't give up liquor or chocolate for Lent, cause I'm feeling the need for both this evening.
