Like Alexander, I had a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

It started at 2 am when I awoke, in blinding pain on one side of my head. My bad day continued when the doctor told me that I absolutely needed to come in for a visit, to see if my eardrum had ruptured. It was no good when the doctor told me there were no appointments available, I could either drive 40 miles to a different office or go to urgent care (and pay extra!).

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It was so terrible when they couldn’t find my prescription and I had to wait 90 minutes while they searched. The most horrible thing happened when I left the doctor and my car wouldn’t start. And it was no good when I realized I misplaced my house keys, so even if I walked home I wouldn’t be able to get in. My day was very bad when I realized my phone was about to die. I had enough battery to send one SOS message to my family, “Walking to the bar, someone please rescue me!”

As I walked to the bar I realized I had no phone, and no idea when someone would come rescue me. So I decided to stop at the library to pick up something to keep me busy. That’s when my terrible day got even worse. The librarian checking out my book said, “oh dear, it looks like you lost a book a year ago. It was an expensive one too — limited edition, hard back.” $38 dollars later, my day was not getting any better.

I got to the bar and tucked myself into a cozy corner with my book, sure I could turn my day around with a snack. Maybe things were so bad because I hadn’t eaten all (terrible, horrible) day. I ordered some french fries. When they arrived they were so golden and crispy, and my stomach grumbled. I eagerly grabbed one and bit down on it. And then I nearly cried out loud as an excruciating pain radiated out of my skull. Turns out you can’t chew with a ruptured eardrum! I was indeed having a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

My day did have one silver lining. While I was waiting for my prescription I watched a man pay for an elderly stranger’s expensive prescription, after she said she wouldn’t be able to afford it this month. The pharmacist told the man, “I can’t discuss the medication, but I can tell you that it is very important to her. You did a great thing today.”

Maybe my day wasn’t so bad at all.

Eventually, I was rescued. My phone charged, and I got a new battery for my car. The medicine started working, and my pain lessened. I was even able to eat again.

Later that weekend I got low-key kidnapped by an Uber … but that’s a story for another (terrible, horrible, no good, very bad) day.

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