I went into Boston for a seminar on grant research yesterday morning. I memorized the address but since I have chemo brain I thought I would write it down on a little piece of paper as well. But didn't bring the phone number because my phone only works when plugged in - hence its lost its mobility.
I left about 15 minutes later than I
wanted because I got side tracked on the evil internet. Traffic was
backed up for a good ten minutes to get into the parking garage. So I
used that time to look at a map to remind myself of where I was going
I ran to get the train and when we got downtown I walked very fast to get to the
seminar. It wasn't there. There wasn't a #55. There was a 47 and a 63
with a parking lot in between but no 55. After looking around and
realizing the seminar would not be held at the parking lot, I looked at
my little piece of paper and realized I was on the wrong street.
I rushed to the seminar again, hoping I wouldn't be late, and when I got there, it was very empty -
because it didn't start for another 30 minutes. So I took a seat in a crappy chair and got caught up on some reading. My back did not like the crappy chair and started letting me know very quickly. the chair actually looked pretty comfortable but it didn't have the support my needy back requires. I quickly opted for the pain pill option in hopes that I could suck it up and last through the day.
So I sat in the crappy chair for my extra half hour of stupidity and through 2 1/2 hour seminar and my back
really hurt at the end. Then I did research in the library for another 1 1/2 hours
on another crappy chair. My back was not happy. Then I took the subway back to my car and it sat underground for a while on a slant which made my back hurt more.
I went to the AT&T service center to remobilize my mobile phone
where they told me it would be 30-45 minutes before they could even
look at my phone. I took a seat in another crappy chair. After 30 minutes of
'patiently' waiting, they called me. 1.5 hours later I finally got a new
phone during which time I told them I was losing my patience as
everyone else was gone long before me and most repairs took about 10
minutes. I took another pain pill somewhere in there but my back really
I made a quick stop at the store to get dinner
because I wanted to make a nice one for my husband who is having a tooth
pulled this morning and will be on soft food for a while. I got home
after 5. I then tried my handyman skills to figure out why the
dishwasher won't drain. Leaning over into the dishwasher was not good for
my back either. I needed ice and alcohol to recover. We'll call a
repair person tomorrow.
Lunch? You will note there was no mention of eating anywhere during my day. I had some cheese and crackers when I got home to round out the two pain pills I had earlier - does that count?
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