It could have been a fantastic morning.
The day was starting and it was full potential. My hot cup off coffee was never too far from me and Doc H was going into the hospital late.
Stuff happened, and then my dirty thong fell into my coffee.
What "stuff" happened you ask? There could be many different scenarios, but I'll give you two...
Hot morning sex with Doc H. Panties get ripped off in a fit of passion, thrown across the room only to land in my coffee cup.
Take an early morning shower and as I left the bathroom carrying my dirty clothes, my dirty thong falls into your coffee cup.
Did you guess correctly?
Yeah, it's proving to be one of those days. I should've just taken my cue from the morning omen.
Doc H started his day late, which I thought would be a nice change. I thought we might be able to have a cup of coffee together. The vision of us around the table sharing a pot of coffee was squashed as soon as he came down the stairs muttering something about a conference call.
I must be in a mood, because as I listened to him utter words such as "catheter", "stent", "creatinine", and "bypass" my insides shuddered. This morning, I was jealous of the amount of time medical terms consume our lives. Normally, that's not me. That's not the way I normally I feel about medicine.
I'm in a mood, I tell you.
Tomorrow will be a better day.