Last week was the worst week of my life. I've been meaning to blog about it and McKelle's blog post reminded me.
Tuesday:
-Drove Grant to the train station, get pulled over.
-I start freaking out.
-Cop was quiet.
-Cop asked me why I had my lights off.
-What kind of question is that? "Oh, I just felt like having an adventure, sir. You know, just a good, healthy adventure." No of course I had no idea they were off, you idiot.
-Cop gave me a ticket for driving with my headlights off. Grant forgot they were automatic and turned them off earlier that day.
-I cried.
-Grant told me stop.
-I stopped.
Wednesday:
-Had class from 8:30am-9:30pm with one 1-hour break.
Thursday:
-Class at 8:30.
-Had a meeting at noon. Work at 1:30.
-Went to get in my car.
-Car is missing.
-Still can't find car.
-WHERE THE EFF IS MY CAR.
-Frantically run around my complex, searching for my car.
-Roommate thinks I'm crazy.
-I THINK I'M CRAZY.
-Call Grant, asking him where the flame my car is.
-Call my landlord.
-Call the tow company
- "Hi, I'm wondering if my car got towed from Trolley Regent." "Do you drive an Acura" "Yep." "Well then that answers your question, doesn't it." "Awesome. How do I get it?" *gives me address, tells me its a $200 tow fee, I cry, he gives me fake sympathy, I cry more, hang up phone.*
-I hug my roommate, bawling.
-She says it's going to be okay.
-Stop by bank, get cash.
-Roommate drives me to car towing place.
-Swollen-eyed, I give him $200 cash.
-Tow guy opens gate. I go to grab my lanyard. No keys on lanyard.
-Drive back home. Get keys.
-Go back, get car.
-Walk to the front door of car place. Completely biff it on ice.
-Profanity escapes my lips.
-Tow guy treats me like I'm six.
-Open car door, and my apartment parking hang tag is by my gear shifter. Thanks for searching around for the hang tag before towing my car, idiot.
-Drive to work.
-Get off work at 10:30.
-Cry driving home.
Friday:
-School.
-Bank calls, tells me I took money that didn't exist. My transaction of tuition the few days before hadn't gone through yet.
-I realize I'm a bank robber.
-I realize I'm a BROKE bank robber.
-I swoon the banker and tell her I'll put money in later that day.
-Work meeting.
-Go to bank, deposit pay check.
-Patient's spouse yells at me.
-I stay calm.
-They keep yelling.
-Get off work at 10:30.
Saturday:
-Work 1pm- 10:30.
Sunday:
-Church
-Home teachers.
-Work until 10:30
-Total of 35 hours in one weekend.
Monday:
-Wake up at 4AM.
-Man, I don't feel so good.
-Go to school.
-Run out of anatomy 3 times.
-Hang out by the toilet in the biology building all morning.
-Go to chem lab.
-Run out of chem lab.
-Drape myself over the toilet during the entire chem lab.
-Girl walks in bathroom, goes in adjacent stall, asks if I'm passed out.
-I say no.
-She says feel better.
-I cry.
-She says it will all be okay.
-I believe her.
-Swollen eyed and haggard, I tell teacher I'm leaving.
-Cry on the bus.
-Go home, sleep.
-Wake up at 4PM.
-Throw up.
-I feel like a champion at this point. Literally. I felt so good.
-Go back to sleep.
-Roommate has throwup-o-phobia.
-She leaves for hours, comes back with sprite and crackers.
-Other roommate plays "nurse" and makes me eat.
-I fall asleep.
-Wake up burning hot.
-Go back to sleep on cold leather couch in bra and underwear.
Tuesday:
-Only had one class. What a great day. I now start to believe that I am doing something right in my life to deserve a good day. Praise be.
Wednesday:
-Class from 8:30-6
-Chem exam at 6.
-Can't find assigned seat in chem exam.
-5 minutes later, still can't find seat #123
-Find seat 123.
-Begin test.
-Can't find the pi button on calculator.
-Finish test.
-Run out of test, across campus in my black concert dress and church shoes, backpack, lunch box, and viola.
-Dodge lots of puddles.
-Don't dodge a puddle.
-Shin deep in puddle.
-Keep running to concert hall.
-Get to concert hall.
-Run to bathroom, dry dress and shoes in hand dryer.
-Perform concert
-Mingle with pals.
-Roommate gets engaged
-Sleepover party
Thursday: This is the day I'm leaving for St. George. St. George= Safe Haven. This is the day I was trying to get to all week. Come on. I can do this. One Anatomy lecture, and I'm on my way. YOU CAN DO THIS ABBEY.
-8:00am- miss the bus
-walk to class
-leave class
-head for home
-pick up kira from provy.
-cruise on home.
-call my mom to tell her where i'm at.
-2 semis block my way.
-I try to pass one.
-Finally I'm away from those semis.
-Kira hits my arm, "There's a cop"
-I look down at my speedometer.
-More profanity.
-Still currently on the phone with mother.
-Drop phone, still swearing.
-Cop follows me.
-Get pulled over.
-Tells me he clocked me at 100.
-I agree.
-Gives me ticket for 100 in a 75.
-I cry.
-Call Grandma, schedule in times for me to work for her.
-Call brother, schedule times for me to babysit.
-Call Mom.
-Mom says she already told Dad.
-Mom asks if I was accidentally going 85 in a 75. HA!
-I ask Kira if we can turn around and just go back up north.
-She says no.
-I tell her I'm serious.
-She says no.
-Drive home the rest of the way. Going 65 MPH exactly. Mmmmmhmm.
Friday/Saturday- St. George
-Saturday afternoon, cousin gets life-flighted to Primary Children's
-I run to the house to watch the kids
-Drive home to SLC that day.
-Visit aunt and uncle at primary children's
-Walk out of hospital.
-Cry.
-Can't find my car.
-Imagine it being towed again.
-Cry some more.
-Find car.
-Drive home.
-Grant had been waiting 2 hours for me at my apartment. I realize I'm a terrible friend.
Now. Tell me that isn't the most unlucky 9 day sequence you've ever heard. They were the worst 9 days of my life.
Sometimes in life, we want someone to "throw us a bone." We want SOMEONE to let us off the hook, catch us a break, give us a freebie. I wanted a bone so badly that week. As I tell Kira in the car about me wanting a bone thrown, she laughs and agrees. But then she says, "Abbey, someone has already thrown you one, HUGE bone." I look at her and know exactly who she is talking about. The Savior.
Cruddy weeks come and go, and I literally thought this one would never end. But it did. The crappy times AREN'T endless, and they do end. I told my ward in my testimony on Sunday that I am pretty sure I broke a world record for most prayers said in a week. I literally said over 30 prayers a DAY.
Boy am I grateful for those crappy times, but BOY am I glad it's over. As I thought about those weeks, I realized I had SO many tender mercies.
-All the nights I came home from work late, I got a parking spot.
-I made it on time to my orchestra concert.
-I didn't throw up the day of the exam.
-It HAPPENED to be payday the day the bank called.
-My roommate HAPPENED to be home when my car went missing.
-My co-workers and patients were my family that weekend and comforted me.
-I got to sleep over with Tori and stay up late talking about life. I seriously love her.
-My cousin left the hospital days later and is doing great.
-Phone calls from friends came at the most perfect times all week.
-I have a mom that I can call at anytime.
-Found the most sincere hand-written note that a best friend snuck in my laptop.
-I have the best siblings in the world that have my back at all times.
Life is life, and I'm so grateful this week was better.
Peace & Love,
abs
