Blouses and Pizza and Blood..Oh My!

It took until about ten days prior to surgery for my brain to kick out on me. Last week I sort of lost my focus. I wasn't outwardly stressed and I didn't think I was inwardly stressed, but the evidence speaks for itself.

On Wednesday, about a third of the way through the day, I felt something weird at my side. Upon closer inspection I realized I was wearing my top inside out. Luckily I had a sweater on over it and the part that showed was not obviously backwards. I figured, why bother this late in the day and left it inside out.

Thursday at noon, my boss came to my desk and asked if lunch was on its way. I froze like a deer in headlights. I had known for several days that I had to order lunch for all the directors, I had planned it all out. But, I had gotten so focused on training Tammy to cover for me that I completely lost track of the time. My stomach was in my feet, my heart was in my mouth, all the air left the room. I had not even placed the order. I stammered an apology and asked him to stall while I took care of it.

I looked up the pizza place online and called. Half-way through ordering I was told I was ordering from the wrong menu and had called the wrong number. How could I have the wrong menu or number if I am looking at it on my computer?!?!? I confirmed their address and somehow completed the order. They said it would be ready in 12 minutes and I rushed over there in 10. As I got to the corner, it was one of those "you can't get there from here" situations. So I circled the block and negotiated a U-turn to get to the restaurant. There was a line out the door...I wove my way through to the pick-up counter and was told there was no order under my name in the computer. "There has to be, please check the phone number." She finds it with someone else's name. I didn't care what name they called me, as long as I got my order. Then she hands me three containers and says, "These are for your salads." Are you kidding? I am in a super rush and she wants me to assemble three large salads. "Please," I beg, "don't you have any ready-made salads?" They do but I still have to fill my own salad dressing containers.

I load up the pizzas and salads and headed back to the office. In the parking lot, I grabbed the bag with the salads and dressings. As I pulled it from the car, the bottom of the bag split open and everything crashed to the ground. One salad's lid flew off and the salad erupted like a green volcano. The dressings rolled under the car, under the car seat, all over the place. I just stared at the mess in disbelief for a second. It was then I realized they had accidentally given me an extra salad. Thank you Lord! I scooped up all the undamaged food and rushed inside. Lunch was served just thirty minutes late. There was even leftover salad.

Finally, on Friday, I went to get my blood drawn for all the pre-surgery tests. Afterwards, as I was reaching to hold the gauze on my arm, I smacked the phlebotomist's arm and flung the vials of blood across the room. Lucky for all of us they use plastic vials now. Next was the urine sample. At least I didn't drop that one!

I need a three day nap.  ☺