Sarah and the no good very bad horrible day

It all started this morning at 6am. My alarm went off. Alarms that go off at 6am are never precursors to good days. This morning I had to get up at 6 in order to be on campus by 7:20 to have a triple screening done for the wellness program. Ok, honestly, I didn't get out of bed until 6:30. But we still made it to the screening place by 7:10. What is a triple screening? They draw your blood and test it for good and bad cholesterol levels and blood sugar levels. To prepare, you have to fast for 12 hours. If you know me, you know fasting and I don't get along. That's why I picked the 7:20 am time. That way all the fasting was done while asleep, and I could eat breakfast right after. Well, it's cold and rainy today, so even though I drank a lot of water as soon as I woke up, my veins were tiny. The first lady poked me once in each arm and wiggled the needle around to to get it. Owch! Then she sent me to the more experienced girl who got it on the first try, in a different spot. Hence 3 holes and bruises. Yuck.
Then I've been having some pain in my lower abdomen for about a month and a half. No, I'm not pregnant. So I had an appointment today to get an ultrasound to see if there's a cyst anywhere or anything. If you get an ultrasound, you have to drink a lot of water so that you have a full bladder so they can see. I'm sure there's a bunch of medical terminology that would make that clearer, but oh well. All that matters was that I had to drink a lot of water, and I really had to pee while they took pictures of my insides. Fun stuff.
Then when I got home, I found out that our laundry had been moved into the dryer for us. I want you to know something about me. I'm really picky about how laundry is done. My most favorite dress that I bought in Vienna in 2006 (aka: irreplaceable) does not go in the dryer. It was in the dryer, and now 3 sizes too small. I cried for what seemed like about an hour. I was so absolutely ticked off and frustrated. I don't think I've felt so mad about something in a long time, if ever. SO MAD! But at the same time, I felt rediculous. I couldn't believe I was so upset about a stupid dress. But the more I thought about how rediculous it was, the more I thought about the dress, which made me madder. One downward cycle.
This post is my goodbye to that marvelous, beautiful dress. R.I.P. I wish I had a picture of the whole thing: