One Of Those Weeks

I'm having "one of those weeks". You know the kind. It's the same as "one of those days", but longer.

Warning: The following is a series of events listed as a venting exercise. No solution or validation is sought. The author realizes on a rational level that in the grand scheme of things, things are good. She just needs to vent in a total moment of self-absorption.

1. Late last week, a series of emotional triggers sets in, sending me into hefty mood swings for the past several days. Up. Down. Up. Down.
2. Wake up last Saturday with trouble breathing. Figure it's the many dust bunnies floating around (see previous post on dust) so I spend a few hours vacuuming the place. It's not dust. It's a cold. Shit.
3. Call in sick Tuesday morning but feel good enough to go to work at noon. Dress up, feel normal, get to work, feel crappy again. Hop back in the car & drive home. Spend the next few days cooped up in the apartment. Thank lucky stars for emails, MSN and movies for a little escape.
4. Today was a planned day off to get my hair coloured, my pick-me-up colour for my first summer downtown. Usual hairdresser isn't there, someone else does it. It looks nothing like I expected and I hate the way she styled it. Swear up a blue streak all the way home. Still feeling crappy from the head cold.
5. Once home, as I'm swearing, I catch my hand on the bathroom door. Get a big sliver deep under my pinky nail. Continue swearing. Try to get sliver out with a needle. Not a good combination with the swearing. Need to walk over to the pharmacy for tweezers & rubbing alcohol, meanwhile getting paranoid that the splinter still in there will suddenly explode into some sort of gross infection.
6. Get back home, experience another emotional trigger, bawl, take a nap.
7. Wake up, have chicken soup, calmly take last bit of splinter out of my pinky.
8. Turn on TV & rabbit ears. Sens are winning. Things are picking up.

It was just one of those weeks ...