Oh jeez, I kind of can’t describe this day without the use of explitives. Forgive me for the quick post.
My doctor’s appointment went well this morning, she totally got the urgency of getting rid of the warts for marathon training. Plus she offered a ton of solutions/advice and was totally supportive. That being said, that was the most pain I have ever been in in my life! I could barely make it to my car.
Bleep #1 – When I got to school I had to spend 40minutes finding a parking spot. Boo! After I parked, I realized I had forgotten my notecards, boo again, so I hobbled to the bookstore. My foot was on fire, so notecards in hand, I parked it in the food court for lunch.
BK Veggie Burger, without mayo. I ate one bite on the bun then ate the rest of the patty by hand, dipped into ketchup. It was actually rather good.
I stayed at Burger King for a few hours working on my study notes before I limped across campus to the Natural Sciences Building. Maybe .5mile walk, took me maybe 45minutes. Bleep!
I was in tears, sweating profusely (from pain, it was 65* out), and more than ready for a snack by the time I got there.
Fantastic, all I can say. I knew I loved Lara, and now I love them even more. I also got a coffee.
I’ve been craving coffee like crazy the past few days, but all they had was half and half, no skim milk, so it didn’t hit the flavor note I was looking for. I drank about half.
Lab went pretty well, I met 2 people who were both older too and they seemed very cool. Plus we got out early. Which would have been great. Except that I got lost finding the strange parking lot I resorted to. For 45minutes. On an extremely sore foot. Bleep. Bleep. Bleep.
I might have cried in the car, just maybe. But I tried to think positive once I got home. “I’ll make my pie!” I said to the husband. I love to bake, what a great stress releiver.
Bleep # 5 – I read the ingredients wrong (I was in a bit of a pain haze) and completly ruined the pie. Don’t worry though, I realized that AFTER I spilled the entire thing all over the bottom of the oven. Gaaaah!
We couldn’t cook dinner (because our oven is a festering pit of burnt sugar), so we ended up with Wendys for dinner.
Nuggest, fries, Huge diet coke. Totally not emotional eating 🙂
Good day! (said dismissively, in a Brittish accent)
What have you “bleeped” lately?
Eating Chalk 
I always cry in the car after a hard day – but the good new is that tomorrow can’t get much worse! Hang in there! It’s Friday. 🙂
Aawww sorry for the bleeping day Emily 😦
I bleep at my hw all the time.
I had the same foot issue as you in high school and it was absolutely awful — I feel your (expletive-laden) pain!!!
Oh no hun! I totally feel your pain and wanted to cry along with you reading this! I am so sorry you had such a well… shitty day. Here’s to a better one today! and maybe a pair of crutches for the first couple days might make the foot situation a little better? Or a really fat sock??
I totallt bleeped last week when I put an entired glass shelf from my fridge under hot water to clean it…..cold glass/hot water do not mix and i had shattered glass all over the kitchen floor, counters, stovetop, and SINK, ruining my garbage disposal in the process…..I feel your pain on the sugar in the oven…..been there, done that so don’t feel bad…it happens to the best of us:)