So Tuesday I didn't have to go in to work until 1100. It was an actual sunny day here in the PNW (quite rare in the winter, you know) and I thought it was going to be a good day. SoS missed his bus and I had to take him to school, a dog got out and I had to chase him around the neighborhood, I was then running late, hurried out to get in the car, twisted my ankle on a kid shoe that wasn't put away, fell and hit my head on the furnace. By the time I got to work, I not only had to park by the helipad (which is so far from the hospital that you have to call an ambulance to ferry the patient from the actual hospital to said helipad. Seriously.), I had to park so far away by the helipad I thought I was going to be in the Sound with little wavelets lapping at my running boards. And that's before I set foot on the floor. The rest of the week has been equally disturbing.