If I were to rename my Friday, I would rename it FAIL.
It was one of those days where nothing seemed to go right, but you plough through it with the vain hope that it’ll all work out.
First thing in the morning I got up early to go to the rheumatologist. I was going to fly to Sydney in a few hours, so I stuffed my laptop into my bag and jumped in a tram towards Fitzroy. I didn’t bring my power cable as it would only take up room I didn’t have in my bag, and I’d be back in Melbourne tonight anyway. The battery on the MacBook is 5 – 8 hours anyway, so no biggie.
I’d been waiting four months for this appointment and had been hanging out for some good news on something that had been gnawing away at my brain since before Christmas.
{This is the mother of all bad airline stories.}
