Saturday, July 15, 2006

I think I was going to crawl out of my skin...

I have never been so annoyed by the smallest things as I was on Thursday. Thursday nights have been fairly busy lately, but this past week, I felt like I was crawling out of my skin.

Just recently we have had to take my son to OT (occupational therapy) weekly,along other "therapies" during the month. Making it to this appointment takes a huge effort on my part. Driving from work, to day care to OT with only a 1/2 hour to do it in. Now I'm just waiting for my next speeding ticket.

"What officer?, what do you mean I was doing 70 in a residential?" Yeah, I wouldn't be able to get out of a ticket with that. The problem is that I have a huge anxiety problem when it comes to being somewhere on time. I get myself in such a "tizzy" before I leave, while driving and after I get to my destination. Because of this I think I should have been medicated on Thursday.

I get the boy to OT and I sit in the waiting room while he does his thing. I was prepared this visit! I brought a book. So, I sit away from everyone else so I can read peacefully, relax and enjoy the kid-free hour. A few pages into the book , a woman with no teeth cell phone keeps ringing. I block it out and keep on reading. A few minutes later another woman with ants in her pants sits down right next to me. seats everywhere!! This woman got up every 5 minutes checked the door, sat down and repeated this for ever. I cringed, sat up in my chair and started reading all over again. I managed to sit next to the broken, loud osculating fan in the HOT waiting room. While reading In her shoes I was finally getting to some really good reading. Then the cell phone was ringing, the tv was blaring, ants in her pants next to me would NOT sit still, the heat and smell of funk of the waiting room and now the noisy fan. Now hearing....

Missing teeth lady: "ha ha ha, my cell phone never rings"

I wanted to shove her phone in her mouth and tell her to use it outside, then I wanted to duct tape ants in her pants to her chair and throw the fan to the gound and start hitting it with bat. Seriously, I was having an Office Space momment.

I wanted to scream! I think I walked out of that office with a twitch. Between driving like a mad woman, sitting there with all the distractions when all I wanted to do was read my book, I think I needed medication.

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