Rant #3,713: Easy To Be Hard

Have you ever had a day where, in spite of your best efforts, everything you do goes wrong?

I had such a day on this past Saturday, and it was very frustrating.

It all began early, literally right off the bat 

I woke up, and took a shower, which, for some reason was ice cold.

It didn't get even lukewarm until I was done and ready to shut the shower off.

Then I got dressed, looked for the Saturday newspaper, and it wasn't there.

I looked several subsequent times, and there was no newspaper.

It was past 8 a.m., and since the paper never came, I contacted Newsday for a refund--by that point, I had read the paper online.

Saturday is my son's bowling league day, so we went to the alley, and he began bowling--

Only to be stopped when the lanes malfunctioned, to the point that the two teams had to move to another two lanes--

Where my son and his team had a bad off week and lost both games.

Later in the day, while my wife was at work, i do what I always do, which is to go out for fast food, as it gives my wife a break from cooking.

She texted me whst she wanted, and I went out to get it, and get something else for myself and our son.

I brought everything home, only to discover that they left out part of my son's order, and that I was given the wrong type of salad for my wife.

And later, the Yankees lost to the Red Sox, so that served as the "cherry on top" fir a lousy day 

Sunday started off poorly.

My electric razor may have broken, as it took forever to shave thst morning.

But happily, the rest of Sunday went a little better, and my wife, my son and I went out to a local Italian restaurant to celebrate our 32nd anniversary, and everything went well--

Which i hope is a good omen for this week, as starting today, I have one of the busiest weeks i have ever had.

As you are reading this Rant, I am in my doctor's office, where I begin my yearly physical.

I feel fine, I am not expecting any major surprises, but more on that later.

On Tuesday and Wednesday, I have back-to-back eight-hour meetings to cover for work, and they already told me thst they want the coverages back ASAP.

I replied that I will do the best I can, but I have a major appointment with my urologist on Thursday.

As I said, I feel fine--

Except for one thing: the after effects of the procedure that I had more than six months ago.

My body should have healed, but I appear to be one in a million--

It hasn't healed, and on Thursday, I need to go through another procedure so the doctor can find out why.

After the first procedure, believe me, I am hesitant to go through another one, but perhaps the doctor can help me this time, rather than tell me that what I am going through is "normal," which it isn't.

And I still have these stories to write!

Thus, I might be in and out here at the Blog this week.

Please bear with me, and please keep me in your thoughts.

Happily, I don't have cancer, but why I continue to suffer is something we hopefully can find out later this week--

My week from hell, but maybe the devil will spare me this time around.

It would make for a great Father's Day gift, wouldn't it now?