I hate Thursdays. They are terrible, horrible, no good, very bad days. I do everything I can on Wednesday nights to prepare myself for the awfulness, but more often than not, I come home at the end of the day in overdramatic despair.
But not today.
Despite the fact that I had to start off the day with no breakfast and teach a class full of students just as trunky as I am, things actually improved from there. The no breakfast was due to the bloodwork my doctor ordered. I have very deep veins, so usually getting blood drawn is horribly traumatic, as I’m treated like a voodoo doll for whichever nurse’s assistant is assigned to poke me. I warned the nurse today about my uncooperative veins, and in typical, humorless nurse fashion, she said nothing.
And then she found a vein in my left arm, and proceeded to take three vials of blood. In less…than fifteen seconds!!! (That was for my sisters.) But really, she was quite quick about her work, and I told her that I wanted her to move to Nebraska so she could do my bloodwork for the rest of my life. She didn’t laugh at that, either.
I trudged back home, and readied myself for the busy-ness of the day, and at noon, work called to tell me that I wasn’t needed tonight! Oh frabjous day, calloo callay! (Also for my sisters.) So I was able to go to my afternoon meetings without the crunch of getting to work on time.
And now I’m home, relaxing, watching some TV and anxiously awaiting the new episodes of The Office and Scrubs. What a great Thursday!