I wanted to write yesterday, of course I did, but a drive into DC and getting lost around traffic detours made it one of those days that left me without the right words--I cannot believe anyone would torture themselves to purposely try to drive and get anywhere around DC, but apparently those trucker dudes felt differently. [I understand a few of my readers think my profanity is a turn-off so I won't be doing that unless it is absolutely necessary then], but it was a day where profanity spilled out of both of our mouths just trying to get home.
I also started the day at my waxer--another pro-tip from me to you--if you are getting open heart surgery, and especially if you are a woman--get a bikini wax. You don't have to go full Brazilian, but for me it's the only choice because both sides of my groin have been messed with already and the tape getting caught up in pubic hair is not a win at all. If you can afford it and want a perfect experience with the tape, an arm wax would also be helpful--it just makes it easier on everyone in finding the veins ...
I got up pretty amped--last night was the last hurrah for any drinking-I had a few glasses of Pinot Grigio with some Sprite--clearly I am no purist. One thing all my years of bartending taught me was to pay attention to the signs you are wasted, hence I haven't made any mistakes to get me in any precarious situations in many many years now. I put myself to bed IMMEDIATELY. There is no cajoling, no waking me up, I am done when I am done. At this point in life my bed is usually very close when I am wasted since we are all largely done with people, it appears.
Yesterday I failed on the yoga because it appears I can complete only one thing a day successfully sometimes. Yesterday being lady day, I was kind of wrapped up in that and some other issues that came up--JFC FEDEX and WAYFAIR, both have failed any customer service success in my attempted interactions with them. The second guy just hung up before offering any solutions once I told him what was going on which is actually hilarious, and though I am the wrong person to mess with on the ...
Man--if there's something absurd that can happen to leave me confused on a given day, it's going to happen, I ended up going to a totally different address than I was supposed to, having first ended up at the right address, but walking away because the building address was well camouflaged and the address I had saved for the appointment was different. So I went to the address I had saved instead of comparing the confirmation text address to the address on the paperwork which was the same in 2 of the pages as several had the address overlapped by the business name and wasn't clear. Generally speaking, these clinics are not in the middle of cities in high rises--there's either in shorter dedicated buildings, or well marked some other way. This new place was not that place. The place it used to be in made sense, as it was an actual part of the VA hospital system but now somehow is located outside of the VA hospital building system. Oh and the A and the B building nonsense. JFC. You know once again I would end up in the wrong freakin building thanks to my google maps ...
