Bad day

[saffiter]

I have had a bad day. It's not even 1pm yet and already I feel like curling under the covers and hiding from the world... well I did. You never realise just how good your friends are until you have a bad day.

8am: Wake up to alarm. Fall back into a light doze.

8:30am: Wake up again to mum ringing. Run for the phone and rip off one of my nails (I have long nails. Think about 2inches long from base to tip. They're the type of nail that you can't bend. They're really strong. When they break they snap off and bruise your finger for a few days).

8:30-11am: Day seems to be going well (despite the sore nail). I've had Pirates running in the background while I've been getting ready, cooking breakfast (Hash Browns grilled with chicken salt... YUM) and packing my bag. I look at clock and realise that I was supposed to be at the bloody bus stop at 11am, and the time was five to. It takes 10minutes to walk to the bus stop. I run out of the house swearing. In multiple languages. I live in an area where the bus only runs once and hour if you miss it you're screwed.

11:03am: Watch the bus drive past me as I'm running. Start waving and yelling like a maniac. Bus doesn't stop. Asthma starts to play up. I sit down at the bus stop, take my puffer (Ventolin. Asthma medication to those who are unfamiliar with it), look at my watch and figure that if I walk fast I might just make the twenty to twelve bus (it takes me about 30 minutes on a good day, without any bags. I had both my uni bag AND my dancing bag. Plus I was having some troubles breathing).

11:05am: Asthma has settled down enough to start walking (still doesn't feel too great but I could breath. It was an improvement). I quickly discover that the shoes I was wearing, while nice and comfortable to walk around uni and the city all day, but aren't great for walking on uneven, rocky ground with cars and large trucks going past way too fast only a few metres away from you (to count I nearly got knocked over by the wind from about 6 semi-trailers and 3 trucks. I had god knows how many cars come way too close to where I was walking). I was twisting my ankles every few mintues 'cause of the ground PLUS constantly having to stop to get little sharp rocks out of my sandles.

11:15am: Take a wrong foot path and have to turn around and go back.

11:20am: Finally walk under the rail bridge. I'm on the home stretch. Theoretically it should only take me about 15minutes to get to the train station from here *snort*. I pick up my pace. I guess I didn't feel the little rock slip into the heel strap of my sandles (it was only little, and I have callouses at the back of my heels from my dancing shoes).

11:30ish: Start feeling sharp pain at the back of my left heel. Stop, pull it down and discover a popped blister and a rock. Great. Just great. Brush the rock out and keep walking.

11:35: Still walking but crying by now. The blister's really starting to hurt. To top it off I'm sweating like crazy. Sweat has been running down my ankle and into the blister making it feel even worse. By now I'm not walking but hobbling and imagining evil torture to all those cars that have drivers that drive past, take one look at me, and start laughing.

11:39: See train. Still have 15 metres to go. Start running (which hurt like hell and I wasn't going very fast 'cause I had two heavy bags that kept wanting to slip off my shoulders). Miss train. Start crying. Feel like just dropping down into the dust and just crying my heart out. I don't 'cause I'd probably get run over by a bloody car or a truck (It would've been a nice end to my morning though).

11:40: See bus to Narangba. Decide "Screw it, I'm going home". Start waving like mad and running for the bus stop. Luckily this driver saw me, waved back, and waited for me. Got on bus and just collapsed into a seat.

11:43: Phone starts ringing. It's an old friend from school (who I haven't seen since about mid-last year some time, maybe even later than that). He was ringing to see if I was alright. He'd seen me bolting for the train and wanted to make sure that I'd made it. I'd needed that phone call as it cheered me up.

I got home at 12 and a few minutes after that I got an SMS from Ben asking me if I wanted to come over to his place tonight, lounge around, and watch anime. He has all of Cowboy Bebop and DBZ Android/Cell saga (we're both anime fans). I have dancing tonight so I messaged back and said that I wouldn't be able to.

Rang my mum to let her know why I was at home (started crying again when I described my morning). Got told to take a couple of panadol and lie down... and don't go dancing, go hang out with Ben tonight. I agreed, messaged him again and said OK.

We then proceeded to message back and forth organizing what to do. Since we both have to get up early tomorrow for work and uni, we're going to go for coffee or something and just catch up with eachother. We'll do the anime stuff another time. After that was organised I had a shower and some chocolate.

It's amazing how much chocolate can improve a persons outlook on life ^_^. And as I said, you never realise how good your friends are until you have a bad day. Ben didn't have to ring me. He could've just gone "Oh, there's Sheena" and kept driving (he was going to work, or on an errand for work). Instead he rings me up, makes sure I'm okay, and then proceeds to organise something for tonight (making the messages humerous so that I'd start laughing and therefore cheer up) that he knows that I would enjoy.

Comments

[dei-gratia.livejournal.com]

Wow! That's a horrible day. *hugs* I'm glad the chocolate helped, and I so would have given up and gone back home too. I hope you have a nice relaxing evening!

[masi-tfoot.livejournal.com]

Wow! That's a horrible day.

Tell me about it! I was literally shaking by the time I got home. After I'd got off the phone to mum I pretty much collapsed at the kitchen table and bawled my eyes out.

I'm glad the chocolate helped

Chocolate, I'm quickly discovering, is the cure for just about anything that upsets you.

and I so would have given up and gone back home too

I was talking to some friends at Uni and they pretty much said that they'd've given up after they missed the bus. I guess I'm just a little bit too stubborn.

I hope you have a nice relaxing evening!

We went to the Coffee Club on the boardwalk at Redcliffe. He had a mocha with a dash of caramel and marshmallows and I had a hot chocolate with marshmallows and got a bowl of chips with Aolei (aoli? don't know how to spell it but it's nummy). And he ended up paying for it (wouldn't let me pay him back). We then went back to his place and watched a couple of episodes of Cowboy Bebop.

Hey, Dei, you going to the Crocker feis to watch or anything? I'll be competing at it. Slip Jig, Jig, and Set (which we've fiddled with and I keep stuffing up).

[dei-gratia.livejournal.com]

Yup, I'll be at the feis to watch! We'll have to catch up there. Good luck on your dances and glad you had a nice time after your bad day.

[masi-tfoot.livejournal.com]

COOL!!! I'll be on the Friday night. Looking forward to.