i had a followup w/ the good Dr. today. he’s African and his real name kinda sounds like ‘gazeebo’ and that’s the one way i can remember it. I checked my pressure saturday and it was in the kinda okay range.

i seem to always sabotage myself right before my appointments. last time i think it was the “low carb” breakfast bowl by hardees w/ sausage, egg, cheese and bacon bits the day before.

this time I think the two Mountain Dew Code Reds I downed yesterday didn’t help.

the worst thing about going to his office is that I usually don’t eat beforehand and when i get out of there I’m starving and there is a McDonalds right next door.

I go to the nearby Food Lion (what a lovely card section, when in a bind) and then post office to make sure a certain Mother’s Day card gets there by Friday/Saturday.

Postal Worker: that’ll be $3.85 Cash back?
me: Yes. twenty. *breakfast money!

I call J while walking out of the P.O., (to prevent any possible double-carding) talk briefly and drive across the lot to Mickey D’s

McDonalds squawk box: Welcome to McDonald’s may i take your order?
me: what are your specials?
McDonalds squawk box: Two Sausage Egg and Cheese for $2

damn. catastrophic healthwise, but a hell of a bargain.

me: ok lemme get that — and a diet coke w/ no ice.

I get up to the window. and search my pocket. then the other one, then my back pocket, then my wallet and the adjacent car set. i just had that twenty.

me: um…i’m going to pull up and find my money.

no twenty to be found. I must have been distracted talking to j and it probably fell out of my pocket. I go into mickey d’s and cancel my order.

it must have not been meant for me to have crap today.

i drive BACK to the post office, knowing my money has been spent. it’s not a big deal, but damn that’s twenty wasted. cars are in the spots that were empty when i left. no trace of anything. I pull out and look up to see the twenty tucked behind my visor. I continue on my merry way.

Burger King squawk box: Welcome to Burger King may i take your order?
me: um…lemme get a Croissanwich…
Burger King squawk box: we’re out of egg…
i cut her off with a “Thank You”.

my attempt to drive off with squealing tires from the enclosed drive thru lane is hindered by the driver waiting on his food around the bend. Eventually, I continue on my merry way.

it must have not been meant for me to have crap today.

Bojanges box: Welcome to Bojangles may i take your order?

i decide to get the sausageless biscuits instead. mission accomplished.