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It's
really not that dramatic, except for the fact that I should have been
going to class or writing my brief instead of running around trying
to procure eye drops.
Monday,
I woke up, thinking, “Oh, man. Cramps.” (Yeah. To add insult to
all the injury, I started woman time this week). Second thought: “My
eye is itchy.” I scratch it, and it's a goopy mess. Uh, oh. Sure
enough, I lope over to the mirror, and it's bright pink.
The
bright part of this story is the MinuteClinic, my new favorite health
care facility. It was in the CVS Pharmacy 2 blocks from my apartment,
and in 20 minutes I had a prescription to combat my conjunctivitis
and NO CO-PAY!!! Granted, I went at like 8am, but still. The last
time I was sick, I went to an urgent-care facility. It cost $200
(with insurance and co-pay), took 3 hours AND was far away.
MinuteClinic was like a dream. I even got a card in the mail today
from the nurse practitioner who treated me. In this big old lonely
city, the personal touch was appreciated. 
Downside:
skipped Income Tax to get myself taken care of. The professor for
that class is kind of terrifying. But I have a good excuse, right?
After
starting off the week with pink-eye of all things, I figured that I
had met my quota for unfortunate events and fate would leave me
alone. Alas.
Yesterday
I decided that a nice relaxing shower would be just the way to unwind
and relax before tackling my brief. And it was very nice and
relaxing. Until I start hearing this very loud beeping coming from my
ceiling. Apparently, my smoke detector detects steam as well as
smoke, and it was cold enough in my apartment to generate sufficient
steam to set it off. Or, my smoke alarm hates me.
To
continue the parade of inauspicious events, today I was trying to
update my brief which was due today at 5pm, and enjoying a hot cup of
coffee.
Well,
actually, I was mostly working on the brief while the coffee got
cold.
Ok.
Fine. I was updating my fantasy football team and chatting with Ben
on g-mail.
At any
rate, I decided that it was time to throw out the coffee that had
gone cold, and as I was getting up, I managed to instead spill the
liquid onto my keyboard.
FREAK
OUT TIME.
I must
have moved like lightening, because before I knew it, I had flipped
the thing over, shook it out, dried it off, and used my blow-dryer on
it. I let it air out for like 45 minutes before trying to turn it
back on, and when I did, it worked! Whew. Crisis averted.
But
still. Can you even imagine how much worrying I did in those 45
minutes? Like I can afford another computer. We're talking about the
girl whose budget limits her diet to coffee, yogurt, apple-cinnamon
cheerios, and whatever I can stuff into my mouth at school functions.
But
there wasn't a whole lot of time to dwell on my near-disaster,
because I had to get that brief done. I learned an important lesson
today. Trying to finish a brief is like trying to sing the song that
never ends. Just when you think it might be wrapping up, a whole new
set of things to do pops up. It got to be 10 minutes to the deadline
and I STILL wasn't ready to turn it in.
At
4:55, I printed it off and sprinted downstairs. Turns out, the clock
in my Advocacy classroom is 10 minutes fast. Or all the computers in
the library are 10 minutes slow. Either way, everybody else was there
and class was already in full swing. So I'm pretty sure if we were in
court, I'd have just missed the deadline. Also, I do not remember
signing the dang thing. Hello malpractice?
Finally,
I had to walk home today. In the pouring rain. Without my umbrella.
Thankfully, my computer managed to stay dry. Again.
In
review, allow me to recap this week so far:
Woke
up Monday morning with menstrual cramps and pink eye. My
nice hot shower Monday night was abruptly ended by my malfunctioning
smoke detector.
On Tuesday morning, my laptop got a coffee shower.
Skipped
two classes to finish my brief, which ended up being late and
unsigned anyway.
Got
soaked walking home.
And
it's only Tuesday!
If it
weren't MY life, I'm sure the figurative and literal downpour of bad
luck I've been subjected to lately would be humorous. Hence I share
it with you. | 
