There are good days, and then there are BAD days

A string of bad events. I had a ball game Tuesday and despite eating 3 times after getting home from lunch, I still had that hypoglycemic arm-tingle and light-headedness. By the time the game started, I wasn't feeling myself. By the 2nd inning, my face was burning up. I was having a fever in 30-degree weather! I wanted to keep playing so I just took some Tylenol Extra-Strength and kept going, although there were 3-minute strings where I kept daydreaming and not paying attention at all to the game. Anyhow, my mysterious fever went away later that night on its own.

On Tuesday night, I went upstairs to go to bed at around 2am. I seemed to have a lot of "to do's" and I couldn't get to sleep any earlier. I was all ready to sink into my bed and pass out but I found a nice little surprise on my bed. Rambu peed in it again! And it's not like I was speculating through smell this time, it was fresh and wet and right where I sleep. When cats pee on things I think that they are marking their territory or telling you (in their way) that they are not happy. But he is treated so well. Arrrrgh! So then I'm washing my sheets, which I had just cleaned that day, and Stain-Away-Windex-Febreze-ing my matress. By the time I finish 3am rolls around. I had to be up this morning at 6am to go to Toronto for my sister's convocation.

6am, I wake up, very very tired. I rushed to pack all my bags, get dressed and dry my hair. I had to pack clothing for fastball practices (times 2). In my hurry, I grabbed my necklace hoping to put it on in the car ride. Then we were out the door, first to my dad's office where I got the two quickest needles in my life. One tuberculosis test and 5 vials of blood taken. Then it was off to drop my car into a parking lot so that I would have a car after taking the greyhound back to London. Then we stop to get some breakfast at the Ingersoll Tim Horton's where 50-plus little kids having a field trip. So it took way too long to get our food. In fact, we ended up getting Wendy's for breakfast instead. When we got back on the highway, I realized that my necklace wasn't in my purse. I was so worried that I had lost it. It's probably one of the most sentimental items that I'm attached to.

10am, we enter downtown Toronto, well, we're 2 exits away from Bay St. Half an hour later, we get down to Bay and Wellesley! So my sister's late for her oath swear-in, and yes, we made her late, but we couldn't control the traffic. Then before the real ceremony, my sister realized she forgot the tickets for my parents. The U of T employees who were admitting people through the doors wouldn't make any exceptions for non-ticket holders. I got so irritated, I almost went violent on the girl giving out tickets who insisted that my parents had to wait for over an hour to see if there were any extra tickets after people went in. Jeez, I have to deal with that kind of thing for the next 4 years...at least I get to see the CN Tower every day. Long story short, they ended up getting in.

I took the bus home and walked to the station from campus. I was sunburned by the time I got there. And this lady was talking on her cell phone for most of the trip. Very annoying. Well after 2 practices (one I got hit in the back with the ball, the other was just pure anarchy), I come home and my necklace is sitting on the kitchen table. Ahhhh. The only relief of the day.

There really is no point in me telling you all this. It just seems like these things come in spurts, great big juicy spurts.