Some Days Should Be Spent in Bed

     Lately I've been trying to create my own to-do lists to make sure I accomplish something(s) every day.  I spent most of the weekend waiting for a migraine to hit, but decided last night I was going to create a moderate (but totally doable list) to accomplish today.  I had to do a bit of shopping for the house, get a few X-rays done of my hands, knees, hips, and neck (for my rheumatologist), and take my mother to get our nails done.  There were a few other small items that didn't take much energy or thinking, but they weren't make it or break it type things if they didn't get done.  Of course I woke up to the twinges of a headache and phantom smells--another migraine.  I don't get the head splitting part because of a seizure medication to control cluster-type headaches, but I get every other symptom.  It just made this morning a bit more sluggish than most mornings.  And with a cold front coming through, my joints ached a bit more than usual.  Naturally, as I was about to take a shower, a thunderstorm rolled in, so I had to wait for it to pass, putting me just a bit behind schedule, but not too far behind.
     I finally got out of the house and all I wanted was an iced coffee.  Except when I ordered my coffee, I realized my wallet was in my car.  Oops.  On my way out to the car, I start hearing thunder in the distance and debate whether I should stop back at the house to grab the dog (she HATES thunder storms), but figured it was too far off and would probably pass south, so she'd be fine.  A half mile from my house, I thought a telephone pole or tree exploded a few hundred feet in front of my car.  I'm pretty sure slamming on the brakes and covering my face are NOT what you're supposed to do in such situations, but it's not every day lightning strikes in front of you, right?  I found the first place to turn around to get the dog before I came home to find the house destroyed.  By now, I'm REALLY late.  I'll stop at the store on my way back, no big deal. 
      For once I'm glad to be stuck behind an oversized tractor trailer on my way back home because the township decided to resume it's half-assed road construction.  There were parts of the road that looked as if they tested the pavement-eating machine just because they can, but neglected to warn drivers about it.  Lucky for me and my tiny little car, the truck hit it first.  I'm talking about a 3" drop in the pavement with NO warning.  Can you say totaled car?  Then I finally reach the construction site to be cut off by a dump truck with no lights (thankfully I was only doing 15 mph) and I'm trying to navigate through the wrong side of the road with no flagger and hoping no one is coming up the other way and the machine operators are at least somewhat paying attention.  NOT fun.  These guys have NO clue what they're doing.  There's no organization, no rhyme or reason where they're working, how they're working, or what they're doing, and when working on such blind curves, someone is going to end up seriously injured.  (Not to mention serious damage to vehicles from parts of the road they've torn up away from sites they haven't touched without even so much as a cone to warn them). 
    We finally get home, get settled in for a bit, my joint pain is slowly but steadily increasing and I'm trying to put off pain medication.  Then the mutt decides to take that moment when my mom is untangling her outside to run from the yard.  It's not hard to catch her.  You don't run after her because she thinks it's a game. I can count on 1 hand the number of times she's done this since we took her in.  She never runs more than 2-3 houses up, but if I get in my car and drive up the street, she hops right in my car.  It's kind of a game to her.  Except when I stepped to the end of my driveway, I noticed someone speeding down the street towards us.  I yelled for my dog and ran a few steps towards her (the car wasn't slowing down) and out into the middle of the street to slow the car down.  To my utter shock, the car NEVER slowed down and actually AIMED at my dog!  Lucky for her, she dove into my neighbors driveway.  I was in shock that someone would actually do that with a witness!  Then the scumbag proceeded to speed down the street and aimed their car at ME!  I tried to step out of the way, but it was one of those WTF moments.  First they try to run over my dog, but then they try to run over ME?  Who the hell does that? I ran to my car to get my dog and got us into the house afraid the psycho would try to get us again, because who the hell tries to run over someone's dog in front of them, then tries to run over the dog's owner?  Seriously?  I'm still in shock.  But if there was ever a day to say to hell with it and stay in bed, today was definitely one of those days.  I figure tomorrow has to be better.  And the dog won't have a chance to get off her leash for a long time.... and that psychopath is caught.