I arrived at the hospital around 9:30 AM, taking a Lyft because I wasn’t allowed to drive. The ride didn’t start great. I made a simple suggestion about the route to the hospital, and the driver did not take it well—rude, dismissive, and clearly not in the mood. Not exactly the calm start you want on a medical day, but I let it go and focused on getting there.
I was admitted into the waiting room around 10:20 AM, even though my appointment was scheduled for 9:50 AM. From there, it turned into a long wait. Nothing actually started until 11:30 AM. A lot of sitting, waiting, and mentally pacing. Hospitals have a way of stretching time.
After the procedure, my boss picked me up and drove me home—but the day still wasn’t done. His car broke down right in front of my house. So I did what I could: I let him borrow my car so he could get home. One of those “of course this happens today” moments.
Right now, I’m sore and uncomfortable. Eating is tough—yogurt is about all I can handle. I’m drinking coffee slowly, had a short one-hour nap earlier, and I’m basically letting my body dictate the pace of the day.
It wasn’t a dramatic day, just one of those real, imperfect ones. Medical stuff, delays, minor chaos, and recovery all mixed together. I’m listening to my body, keeping it simple, and calling today a win just for getting through it.
Tomorrow can worry about itself.
