Cathy in the Wright

Blue Monday: Not The Worst Day Of This Week

I'm in a black mood this morning. I went back to bed after seeing The Senator off on the bus and woke up when the telephone rang. The caller identified herself from a local county hospital and I leapt out of bed. Who's in the hospital? What happened? The Senator? Why didn't the school call? What?! What?! And then the lady continued and explained she was with Dr. G., the allergist, and didn't The Governor have an appointment scheduled for ten minutes ago?

$%@!@^*

I can't believe I forgot his appointment. I never miss appointments. I'm the patient who shows up twenty minutes early just in case the dope scheduled before me forgets his appointment and I can get a jump on my day.

$#!*&^#*

The problem can be placed squarely on The Governor's shoulders, of course. He's been waking up in the middle of the night. Last night it was coughing. Wednesday night it was a foot cramp. Tuesday night he called me to his bedside to inform me that he was never getting out of his bed again and then asked, "How long are you going to keep me for?" I couldn't tell if he was fearful of an early release or hoping for one. When I told him he had at least fourteen more years before he could move out on me, he laid back down and closed his eyes. I didn't move right away, and he opened his eyes and said, "How come you're still here?"

Only fourteen more years.

Before I go I'd just like to add that in addition to missing the appointment, the following things are irritating me: No Chex Mix in the cupboard, the length of my hair, Alan Thicke, my luke-warm bottle of pop, and any headline that includes the words "Hillary" and "Up".

Thank you for caring. I feel better now.

Posted by Cathy at January 26, 2007 10:32 AM