I was driving to work for my very last day. And I got a flat tire. Not just a low tire pressure warning, but the thunka-thunka kind of flat tire. Thank goodness for AAA. I had the spare on and made it to my very last day at work only one hour late.
Was the flat tire a sign? Oh yeah. No more 52 miles round trip drive to work.
I had an appointment at the end of the day, so could not get the flat fixed that day. Never fear as I planned to get it done first thing the next morning. My knee surgery was planned for the afternoon so morning was a good time to deal with it.
But alas, plans changed. I got a phone call at 7:30 in the morning asking if I could come in earlier for surgery.
“When?” I asked.
“How soon can I get here?” they responded.
So instead of getting the tire fixed and doing a few last minute things, I was in surgery at 10:15. Way earlier than the previously planned 3:30.
Now I am getting ready to take another pain pill and sink back into oblivion.
(BTW – I had to reread this post and make several edits. If there are errors, I plead WUI – writing under the influence.)