It was almost 11:00 this morning before I could drag myself out of bed with a headache and heavy legs; last night was exhausting. So I got a slow start, made breakfast (hooray for feeling hungry!–although it ended up being my only meal of the day), and dug into the dating apps piece a little. (I also discovered a YouTube channel where a dietitian reviews “What I Eat In A Day” videos made by popular YouTubers and I can’t stop watching it.)
Early afternoon I had an appointment with my primary care doctor. It was very productive: I got a prescription refilled, had bloodwork done to make sure I don’t have nutritional deficiencies from not being able to eat, and got a referral to see a dietitian at the hospital.
After my appointment I picked up my groceries and was heading home to finish working and have a restful evening. At a red light a mile or two away from where I live, though, another driver pointed out that I had a flat tire–so I pulled into the parking lot of a liquor store (this was around 4:00) and called roadside assistance. They promised a crew would come in X amount of minutes; the crew didn’t come; I called them again; and they set a new arrival time. We went through this process SEVEN times. Meanwhile, it was getting colder and darker and my phone was dying. Finally, after almost three hours, a couple of teenagers came, but they didn’t have the equipment they needed. So my family picked me up and brought me home and I left my car to be towed in the morning.
When I got home I went to sleep by 8:30. Obviously, I didn’t get any work done. And since I have a very limited amount of energy, I have to budget it carefully for each day–and I didn’t account for that three-hour ordeal, or having my car towed Thursday, or going to the tire shop Friday. So this flat tire is really throwing off my whole week.