Another Day In Paradise

I usually blame Monday's for all my screw ups, and please no comments, I know it is usually 7 days a week with me. I was suppose to go for a stress test today. I normally mess up my meds and test because I don't read exactly what the instructions tell me. So this time I was determined to get it right. I carefully read instructions on how to wean off of my blood pressure medicine. So proud of myself because I had done exactly what the instructions told me to do. 1:00a.m. I decide to check instructions once again to make sure and oops I forgot (even though the nurse made sure she told me this in the office) that I was NOT to have caffeine, decaff, or chocolate 24 hours before the test. I was reading this while I was drinking a big glass of diet coke after having a bite size Heath Bar. The sad part is I did the same thing with my last test. They went ahead with it but wasn't able to finish test, because they forgot to tell me not to take my blood pressure medicine. Well the doctor nearly killed me with trying to get my heart rate up. When I started gasping for air and turning the shade of a fire engine, he decided to call off the test. Well I got up at 6 to get ready and I was sick, nooo I wasn't faking, I have been battling a chest cold or something and I decide so much was going wrong so I canceled. So I decided to check my checkbook and low and behold I was $50.00 short on my checks that would be coming back tonight. Called Sis immediately and she had the money I could borrow till to tomorrow. Got my bills together to pay and got bills ready to mail out. Filled out deposit slip and I was ready and totally prepared for my adventure to town. Make the turn onto the street with the mail box and grabbed my mail, pulled up to box, and as my hand is letting go of the mail I realize it is my bank deposit. As it is falling into the box I'm screaming "OH SHIT". I looked down next to me and there laid my mail, and it was laughing at me. Now what do I do. I go around the block, walk sheepishly into Post Office and stand there, last one in line, I start praying PLEASE don't let anyone come in behind me. This way only the people in the post office will laugh at me. Well as usual my prayers weren't answered and I think everyone in town decided they had to mail something. So I get up to the counter and I'm whispering and Oh yes he was deaf. Took a deep breath and proceeded to tell him (a little louder) I mailed my bank deposit, could he PLEASE help me. It was cash and I had to have it back. Well it only took one person to snicker and the rest of the impolite line joined in and I could tell my face was bright red. I should have started coughing and tell them I had the plaque and that my face was red from a 100degree fever and say "How do you like me now". Turned back to the Post Master or whatever you call them and he was trying to be polite and control his laughter but he finally gave in and when he stopped he said it would be OK, he would send someone out with me to open the box. I said a very polite Thank you, gave a glare at the rude people behind me and left with my head held high. Crawled back into my van and then went to bank, and handed her my deposit like nothing and happened and I did make it before 2:00. The sad part about this, I have done that before. Was going into a store, mailbox and garbage cans were outside the store. Had trash in one hand and mail in the other. As I walked away I realized something was wrong. I walked back to garbage can, pulled off the lid and there laid my mail, which means I mailed my garbage. I hoped I had nothing in the garbage with my name or address. So I dropped my mail in and walked away like I hadn't done anything wrong, and hoped there wasn't cameras hanging on the walls. Oh well, I couldn't even blame this on a Monday. Everyone can rest easily, I did make it home in on piece without another catastrophe. In my last blog I forgot something. We not only left restaurant without paying but almost had to pull Wolf back into the moving vehicle when she remembered the half of a bloodmary that she left on the bar top. She whined all the way to hospital. While we were all in the delivery room holding Baby Sis's hand she started having blood pressure problems which also caused problems to the baby. On went the oxygen mask. Everything would get under control and off came the mask and out Wolf and I would go to have a cig. Walk back in and on was the Mask, this kept going on every time we walked out so we finally gave up the smoking except the last one we went out for and that is when I almost missed the delivery. Also, while I was in the delivery room and baby was coming, Wolf was outside pacing, smoking and puking. This is the person that everyone thinks she is such Hard Ass. Now Baby Nephew only has to say Aunt Wolfie and she becomes a Big Kitty. Well day is almost gone and hopefully it will be a quiet evening. Later