The difference in my typical day and my girlfriend’s typical day is so big, you could drive a Mack truck through it. I wake up and basically try to say a few funny things and come back home a few hours later. Yesterday, she was trying to save a life though some type of surgery that required her and the medical team to reconnect some veins in a way that allowed them to pump blood through the person’s body. Man, that’s a lot of pressure. I can’t imagine being the person responsible for whether a person lived or died. It makes my problems feel so unimportant.
Late yesterday, I can’t tell you how upset I was. I have one pair of kind of expensive sunglasses. Curtis destroyed them. I guess he thought they would be better in his mouth that on my head. Ugh, I shouldn’t have had them sitting in the console of my truck I guess but there goes that. Then when my girlfriend came over and told me about her day, I felt stupid for being so upset about stupid sunglasses.