One of those days. Ever have one of those days? Things could have been a lot worse, and that’s the best thing I can think of to say about today. I could have scalded my foot off instead of dropping a bit of grease on my naked toe while making French toast this morning. Yeow, it hurt, but it could have been worse. One of those days.
Last night the water in my house was off for three hours, which was not only inconvenient but also a little freaky, because I couldn’t raise anybody at my landlord’s house. He always forgets to tell me when he’s going to turn off the water for whatever reason, so I didn’t panic until I realized he wasn’t even home. It was a big relief when I got my water back, but I spent a lot of valuable time with my stomach tied up in knots over it.
But it could have been worse. Of course.
When I woke up this morning I thought the worst had happened. My head was so plugged up from sinus or allergies or motor oil or something that I couldn’t hear out of my right ear. This has happened occasionally since the last time I had the wax blown out of it by my former personal physician, but this was one of the worst episodes, and I was worried (especially because I’m between doctors right now).
But I recovered my hearing and my equilibrium after a few hours of diligent head-shaking and jaw-stretching and the like, so I just chalked it up to “one of those days” and felt grateful it wasn’t any worse than it was.