When I leave the doctor's office, I am in severe pain. I need pain medicine, but I also have to go to the bathroom. I decide to forgo the bathroom as I need to stop at the store to buy something to eat for the car ride home.
I arrive at the store. I praise God there is a close parking spot and an electric scooter right next to the spot. I enter the store and proceed to the pharmacy. I search and search for acetaminophen, but I cannot find any. There is naproxen, aspirin, ibuprofen and combination medicine. But plain acetaminophen does not seem to be anywhere in sight. I finally give up and turn my scooter around in the aisle. To my delight, across the aisle is a massive display of acetaminophen in all sorts of strengths and quantities. I quickly find the type I take and throw it into my basket. I next proceed to the dairy section.
As I scan the dairy area, I cannot find organic yogurt. I look high and look, but I cannot find it. When I give up and venture toward the front of the store, behold, I find one brand of organic yogurt. I gleefully place the yogurt into my cart. I zoom away to the front of the store.
Since I am extremely tired and in a lot of pain, I decide to treat myself to kombucha. This is a favorite of mine, but I try to limit my intake as it is quite pricey. When I arrive in the refrigerated beverages area, I search and search for my favorite flavors. (I have had bad experiences in the past with kombucha. I stick with only two flavors to ensure I do not have to gulp down really disgusting tasting tea.) Although the labels on the shelf state they have my favorite flavor, there is none in sight. There are only four kinds. I contemplate it I should buy any. I finally decide to buy one which is guava flavored. (I have no idea if I like guava. But, I am really thirsty. If it is really bad, I can always place the kombucha in the blender with some fruit and ice to make it into a smoothie.)
At checkout, only self-service registers seem to be open. There is a line. Thankfully, it moves quickly. My dad helps me as I check out. In no time, we are finished and on our way. I see at the front of the store, my bank has a small store front and ATM. I rejoice. I need to take money out of my account. I keep forgetting to give my debit card to my money so she can retrieve money from the ATM when she goes gallivanting around town. But, like an answer to a silent prayer, here is an ATM right in front of me. I attempt to use the machine, but there is a message on the computer screen stating it is out of order. I sigh and decide I might be able to get money by going to a teller. My dad stands in line.
The bank line does not move. There is only one teller. There seems to be an issue with the customers at the window. I know it is going to be a while. I am in a lot of pain, and my tummy is hungry. I tell my dad I am leaving. As I wheel passed the ATM, now the machine is working. I insert my card. I enter my pin number, and soon I have money in my hand.
As I am leaving the store, I am going to use the restroom. My bladder is quite full. As I approach the restroom, I see it is closed. My dad says to me, "Today just isn't your day." I am startled by this observation. So far, everything has worked out extremely well. I ponder my dad's comments as I head for the parking lot.
Once in the car, I realize I do not have a spoon for my yogurt. My parents search the car, but they cannot find any plastic spoons. I think long and hard about how I am going to eat my yogurt. I see the yogurt has a plastic top. I decide to bend the plastic top into a U-shape and use it to scoop out my yogurt. It is not the most glamorous way to eat yogurt, but, nonetheless, it worked! I also decide to open my kombucha. I pray the drink tastes good. After one gulp, I rejoice. Oh, the tea is so good! Hallelujah!
The traffic home is rather light. When the car pulls into the garage, I spring out of the vehicle. I flee into the house. I rejoice when I am able to empty my bladder. Oh how good it is to have a functioning bathroom with running water, a toilet, toilet paper and a toilet seat. I chuckle again when I think about my dad's comment earlier in the day. Maybe in his eyes my day was less than ideal. But, according to my perspective, the day was a smashing success. Thanks be to God!
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