There are far worse in the scheme of things, but this was a series of closely timed annoying events. After an enjoyable, but snowy Easter with family in Edmonton, I flew home while experiencing a combination sinus and ear infection. Not. A. Good. Idea. Landing was particularly bad pain-wise. The next day, Friday, I had a virtual visit with my doctor, who called in antibiotics. My mistake was attempting to pick them up after 5:00 pm. There was a glitch in the system and no prescription arrived, with no hope of one through the weekend.
Off I went to urgent care where I was informed that their definition of urgent "drop-in" care means to line up upon opening for an opportunity to book a visit, which are usually fully booked during the morning. Next stop: the ER. Luckily I qualified for the fast track section. While waiting I received a phone call from the coordinator of the art society weekend show, the first in over a year, informing me that my feature framed and hung painting had fallen from the wall and smashed to the ground. The framing wire had frayed and broken. I took deep breaths and reminded myself to think like a Buddhist. There was nothing I could do until the morning.
Meanwhile back at emergency, my eardrum was near bursting, indeed requiring another antibiotic prescription. We found a late night pharmacy and dropped it off, only to discover the resident on duty at the hospital had incorrectly filled in the form. The pharmacist reassured me that a phone call could fix it, but would require time. Off we went to the only open restaurant for dinner on the heated patio, the best part of the day.
Although in the heat of it I felt like Alexander, in the book about his no good terrible horrible very bad day, all's well that ended well. The medication appears to be working and although the glass in the frame was in a million pieces, the painting survived for the next show. Appropriately the title of the painting is "Sunnier Days."