Okay, so I woke up this morning, grabbed my coffee turned on my computer, logged in, sipped coffee and waited for it to run through its thing… only the computer fades out and when it comes back in, everything is huge!
Not only is it huge, the background of each window, which used to be blue is now translucent grey and the windows are fading in like an effect in a you tube video.
No time to play with it, have to get the kids to school. I emailed kind IT-type internet friend and waved a distress flag.
Boy decided to drag his feet and is do everything possible to show me exactly how much he does not want to go to school.
Finally got them in the car and I smelled something… off. I located the source of the smell. No, not boy. 8yo who picked out her shirt from the dirty clothes hamper, the bottom of the hamper, and under a damp towel from the smell of it.
No time to change, must get high schooler to gym class, so I speed off, drop her off, drop off preschooler and then head back home with just enough time to change 8 yo’s shirt and shoo them off to school.
Deep breath, back to the computer.
It’s still big.
IT friend emailed some suggestions. I tried to change the settings… this did make it smaller but warped, really weird and didn’t help the other things.
Did I mention I have work due today?
Then I get a call from the doctor’s office. Surprise, Surprise. They are only 20 hours past the nurse’s promised ‘within 4 hours’. Well, because the hives are at the site of the TB skin test, Doc wants me to come in and see the nurse. I tell her fine but I have to pick up preschooler by 11; not a problem, she says.
I remember I don’t have any make-up on, do a slap dash and run out the door. I make it to the doctor just in time for the appt. Where the receptionist tells me I do not have an appointment with the nurse but with the doctor. (Nurses are free, doctors cost $25—when you pay $609/month, you take the free where you can get it) I tell her oh no, it’s with the nurse. I wait. She called me back up. The nurse says she can’t make a decision without the doctor.
A decision about what???
So I waited. I got out my edits ~ which I had the forethought to print out. I go over it but quite frankly, my brain has not settled down enough to think.
They call me in. I reminded the nurse that I have to leave b y 10:45. She says “No problem.”
I waited and waited.
10: 43 I grabbed my purse and the doctor walked in the room. He is very sorry, there was an elderly patient that had a lot of questions. This is why I like this doctor, he will take the time to answer questions… only this time, it was my time he was giving, but I’m trying to be understanding, I mean he was being nice, but that doesn’t stop the fact that I have to get out the door. Images of my preschooler crying because she’s the last student in class have already been fleeting through my head.
I rushed through what happened and my symptoms. He listened to my lungs and heart. He does not think the hives are related to the TB test. Great, I thanked him, shaked his hand and started to walk out. He’s concerned with my lungs. Okay, my asthma has been acting up lately and my inhaler is expired so I tell him to please renew it… oh no, they are doing something different now, inhalers are only for crisis management, there is a new drug (can you tell I don’t go the doctor much?) He wanted to explain it to me. I told him just order it, I’ll take it. I gotta go.
He. Keeps. Talking.
I finally told him my daughter would cry if I was late and bolt out of there.
I arrived at my daughter’s school just as the kids were leaving. Whew. Back home to the computer. IT friend left an email: Try a system restore.
Ran a system restore. When the computer came back on, everything was the right size… for 30 seconds.
Ran another system restore, this one from a few days back. Everything was the right size… for 30 seconds.
Considered throwing the computer out the window. But no, it’s like my right hand. I need it. And did I mention I have work due today?
Desperation… I called the computer guy. It goes to voicemail. I got a cup of coffee and wished there was whiskey in the house. Vodka and coffee? Nope.
I tried to work on my computer but it’s like your best friend walked in the door with bleached hair, a tan, a southern accent, liking country-western and two inches taller. None of these are bad things, but they are not what you’re used to. Eventually, you’ll just want your best friend back.
I want my computer back!
(Vodka and coffee is looking better and better)
I sat down to work anyway. I mean a job is a job and the phone rings. It’s the doctor’s office again. It seems I am over due for blood work up. (Told you I haven’t been there in a while) The doctor had ordered routine tests. I will need to fast, no eating or drinking for 10 hours. (this means me with no coffee in the morning—that is not a good thing) I asked the nurse, “what did the doctor think I looked pale?” She didn’t think it was funny. She reminded me that I have a tendency toward anemia. I almost reminded her that I kinda have a few clues when I’m anemic, like I can’t get out of bed in the morning.
I forced myself back to the computer; open a document and the doorbell rings. I admit I let a few curse words fly. But who is it? My computer guy. I guess my message: P***, my computer is f’ed up. Please help, clued him into the fact that I meant business.
For 10$, he fixed the damn thing and re-hooked the internet connection in my daughter’s computer. (shh. I’m not telling her yet)
I sat down to write… and the kids came home from school….
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