Possessed

I am possessed! 

I am totally convinced that Al Capp’s, Joe Btfsplk has taken over my body and life!

There surely is no other way I could possibly explain today which began when I was awakened unable to breathe only to discover my air conditioner was also not properly working.  All the rigmarole to get that fixed is not yet over, but it turned out to be the least of my worries.

 My doctor insisted I come in, which meant canceling the six hours I had scheduled at a volunteer job this afternoon.  While taking my “Pin the tail on the airplane” game over to friends who would run it in my place, I discovered my poster had warped in the heat!

I arrived at the clinic early and discovered I had a totally flat tire.  I tried to call my daughter, but she didn’t get the message until my doctor walked into the room so I didn’t get to speak with her until I left.

She and my son-in-law-to-be came over to change my flat and there were problems.  Finally, when he was gritty and dirty and bleeding and the car had nearly fallen on him, we called a tire service.  It turns out they had the number, because that is who THEY call when they have a flat tire .

The tow truck came out, but the man didn’t properly insert the bolt in his car jack and it suddenly split apart, flying up and gashing his face right next to his eye!  Bleeding profusely, he left for the emergency room and soon another tow truck, this time accompanied by a man in a large pick up, came.  They did succeed in changing the tire and I left to buy a new one.

Only the door wasn’t working and the cash register was acting up when I got there.

I finally got home six hours later, having never volunteered at all and having spent a fortune on tire stuff that I hadn’t planned on and with new medicine that I haven’t had the energy to read and figure out how to use quite yet. 

Tomorrow is a new day.