Have you ever had one of those days … weeks … months … when it felt like your life was on a steady roller coaster of ups and downs? For me, it’s been weeks of extreme highs and lows, good news and bad news, and days of happiness then sorrow or vice versa.
In addition to all the other woes of my life, I’ve been dealing with a broken arm that will not heal. (The details are complicated and there’s no easy way to explain so we’ll just leave it at that.)
Recently after reviewing test results locally, a package was sent out of state for further reviews and opinions. Since this is a common practice for my medical team, I’m always in the loop and included in the discussions of my care. Given this opportunity, I often write a letter to the physicians involved, expressing my concerns or to state how the problem affects my daily life.
In preparing myself mentally to write the letter, I needed to step off of the daily roller coaster ride of life to focus on the details of my health. Knowing the subject is serious and raises emotional concerns in my mind, I felt the best place to write was outside, under the sun’s rays, surrounded by the early signs of spring.
While in heavy thought and addressing serious issues, I received confirmation that spring was [literally] in the air, as a bird flew overhead, dropping poo directly onto the keys of my laptop.
Knowing the content of my letter and how recent weeks have been a series of ups and downs, immediately after the splat, I looked to the sky and said in a questionable, flat, monotone voice, “Seriously?”
I know you’re probably laughing and thinking, “Be thankful it didn’t land on your head”. And initially I would agree with you.
The irony is, below is an excerpt of the actual paragraph I was typing when the bird’s bomb hit.
… instability and pain when I attempt to wash the hair on the right side of my head. I cannot apply enough pressure to lather the shampoo due to pain …
Do you know how hard it is to clean bird droppings from a car window? They hit and spread! Now look at your keyboard and use your imagination.
Using Q-tips, toothpicks and every tiny object available to get into the spaces, I’m confident the waste has been removed and my computer is once again poo-free. But this was no easy task!
Knowing the time spent obsessively cleaning my laptop and the frustrations that accompanied the tedious job versus the severe pain of washing my hair with a broken arm, given the choice of a do over, the next time I’d gladly wash my hair!
Why'd you do that in my eye
I'm not a baby
I won't cry
But I'm sure glad
that cows don't fly
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