My terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

Everyone has a bad day every now and then. It’s going to happen. I can usually tell when I’m going to have a bad day. It may sound crazy, but if one of my contacts don’t go in perfectly in the morning, then that means I’ll probably have a bad day. It’s been this way since high school. It’s pretty weird.

Yesterday I had a surgery planned at 9:15. (Don’t worry, it was a simple in-office procedure, nothing serious.) Probably shouldn’t have gone out the night before though, huh? I turned my alarm off and went back to sleep, but luckily…I have an amazing mom who called me even though she knew that if I had been awake on my own I’d bitch at her for not trusting me that I’d wake up. So, I make it to the appointment early, but I forgot my insurance card. DUN DUN DUN. If you don’t have an insurance card then you’re nothing apparently. I first walked in and signed in and the ladies sweetly greeted me with big smiles and “Good morning Jenna.” Everything was golden until… “Jenna, did you happen to bring your insurance card with you today?” Me: “Um…no, I didn’t realize I needed to?” …seeing how I’ve been coming to this doctor for over a year. It was seriously like in a movie where someone gets angry and morphs into a huge devil with an evil voice. “You really should have brought it Jenna! Now you must die!” Quickly I suggest my mom faxing it over, and the giant devil lady morphed back into the sweet receptionist and smiled and said, “That will work.” Whew. Close one. 30 minutes after my appointment was scheduled, they finally get everything and call me back. They prep me for surgery, which included me taking off my clothes from the waist down, and tell me the doctor will be right in. 5 minutes later, the nurse knocks and pops her head in and informs me, “Dr. Haque had to go deliver a baby real quick, you want to just wait in here or get dressed and wait in the waiting area?” Seriously??? It’s all the contacts fault….oh yeah, my left contact didn’t go in the first try that morning. Go figure.

It was over an hour past my appointment time, when my doctor walked in. Let’s get started. 30 minutes of pain later…I’m done. It was pouring down outside and at one point the electricity flickered, so the receptionist tells me, if you think you can handle it, I’d suggest taking the stairs just incase the electricity goes out again. I hadn’t even thought about it until she suggested it, but there was no way I was taking the elevator now. Keep in mind I could barely stand up straight from the procedure and it felt like my insides were karate chopping each other. But I made it down the 7 flights of stairs. But now, I was all turned around. I thought I was where I walked in which was really close to where I parked, but I was wrong. So I’m walking around in the rain trying to find my car in the wrong parking lot. About 10 minutes later, I realize this and find the parking lot and my car, which has about 10 inches of water standing by it. I crazily laughed. Out of the whole parking lot, the section I parked in was the one that flooded. Woo-hoo! I see that there is no one parked in front of me and it isn’t flooded there, so I decide to just suck it up and walk through the disgusting water that smelled like gas and pull out through the front. I just wanted to get to my bed as soon as possible. Then I pull up to the booth to pay for parking, and I guess everyone at the hospital decided it was time to evacuate, because the line was ridiculous. All I’m thinking about at this point it the pain pills I get to take when I get home. So I get really impatient and start talking shit to everything and everyone…those are just unimportant details so let’s fast forward…

I make it home. Go inside. Take the pills. Take a shower. Pass out.

2 hours later…

Wake up feeling worse then ever. The pills made me sick. It feels like the most terrible hangover you can imagine, and this feeling stayed strong until I fell asleep.


It’s over now though. I woke up this morning feeling great. That’s the good thing about bad days…they only last 24 hours. So, if you’re ever having a bad day, just remind yourself of that and know that it will all get better in time.

My boys

I can't wait till football season starts. Baseball is just pissing me off. To fulfill my "hanging out with my boys more" goal on my list, I invited Chris, Andrew, and Richie to the Astros game Saturday. It was the first game I'd been to all season, and I was pumped. We get there about 5 minutes after the game started, and the score was already 5-0. Even though the Astros were sucking it up, we still had an awesome time. The night was filled with Cougars, genius 10 years olds, expensive beer, and good times.

I'm not crossing this one off my list yet though, because many more nights with my boys are to come!

Done and done.

My 101 list is complete! It's a lot to do in not even 3 years, but I think I can knock out a huge percentage of it. I'm so pumped!

Let the games begin!

"Real World"

Today I was supposed to go to work with my dad. Two of my best friends have birthdays in August, which I failed to think about when I went out 8 nights the past 2 weeks. So, my dad tells me that if I go put on knobs on some cabinets at a job he's doing, he'd pay me $100, so I agreed. The only downside...he said we had to leave at 6:00am. So, what am I doing at home at 7:19 you may be wondering? Well, let's do a little recap, shall we?

5:30: Alarm goes off
5:30-5:31: Seriously consider going back to sleep, but I remember that I really need the money so I wake up
5:31-5:40: Slowly but surely, I get ready.
5:40-5:43: Consider going back to sleep again...
5:43-5:50: Turn off all the lights and decide to go back to sleep (I don't need the money this bad)
5:51: Realize that I do, in fact, need the money this bad, so I turn the lights back on and continue to get ready
6:15: Open my bedroom door to see that no one else is awake in my house, so I calmy walk downstairs, go in my parents' room (to find my dad still sleeping like a baby), turn on the light and:

Me: Thought you said we were leaving at 6am mister!?
Dad: Jenna, that's not today.
Me: WTF man! (Yes, I actually said the letters)
Dad: I said it was on Tuesday when we're doing that.
Me: No, you didn't hombre...you definitely said it was today.
Mom: I heard him tell you that it was Tuesday.
Me: Shut your mouth mom, this doesn't concern you!!! (Kidding)


So, it is now 7:22 and I'm awake. I couldn't go back to sleep, of course.

And what's the best part?

I get to do it again tomorrow! Neat!

Hold on tight...this could get crazy.

I'm a blogger. Watch out now. Never thought I'd see the day, but here I am. Mainly I just did this because I'm copying my friend with the 101 things in 1001 days thing, but now that I'm here, I think I'll blog a bit.