So today I was *supposed* to do laser treatment number 5. This time starting removal of chest and abdomen as well as continuing what precious little stubbornly clings to my face. Shover, and shave the night before as per instruction. Wake up nice and early for my appointment, grab a nice breakfast and coffee on the way..
2 or so pulses in, machine breaks down.. I'm laying there with goo all over my face while the tech tries to get the machine up and running again, its done. machine is DONE. (And so is my appointment..) I'm literally crying on the table. (Thanks to the goggles no one noticed.)
The girls there were great about it though, my appointment is rescheduled, but I'm still just, UGH! I can't even describe how upset/disappointed I am. Whatever, moving on. No ones fault.
So I'm already like, on the brink and I run into some redneck types in the parking lot by my bank, obviously making their 10 AM BEER RUN ON A WEEKDAY. (They clearly don't have jobs..) Naturally they give me static.
I just laugh, still crying, and comment how funny it's going to be to watch them drink their beer with a straw because when I'm finished with them, they're going to need their jaw wired shut. They didn't have much to say after that.
After my business at the bank is concluded, another mouth-breathing hick, gives me the cut eye for about 10 minutes straight while I'm trying to compose myself and calm down enough to drive 'home.' So I decide I'm just gonna stare back. This clown wont break eye contact. Which amuses me, part of me wanted to walk up to his window and ask him if he had something he wanted to get of his chest, maybe he thinks I'm cute, maybe he thinks I look familiar, maybe he just has a problem with his eyes and needs his FACE REARRANGED.. *Calm my violent temper. CALM.* Obviously, I chicken out, and don't do any of this other then mouthing ' What the (expletive) are YOU looking at?!' as I drive away. He continues staring. I don't even think he BLINKS.
I definitely didn't NEED this today.
My whole day is thrown.
I think I'm going to cry for a couple hours, and then go back to bed until it's tomorrow.