Ouch.

I have one of the worst headaches ever.

Tonight (this afternoon/evening--whatever) was a perfect example of why I suspect no one ever listens to me. My nurse called Tuesday night and asked if she could move my infusion from Thursday to Wednesday (tonight) because one of her friends is in town and the only night they can get together is Thursday. I would've loved to do it for her but I had a prior obligation Wednesday night that was already moved from Thursday to Wednesday because of my infusion so I had to tell her no, but I offered to get off work a couple hours earlier on THURSDAY so she could be done and out of here before she'd normally even get here. Everything was, I thought, just peachy, but as is typical, it wasn't. My dad called me around four this afternoon to let me know my nurse was here to do my infusion because I said I'd get off a couple hours earlier on Wednesday so it wouldn't interfere with my plans and she could have Thursday off. Sigh. That is not what I said. Not, not, not!

First, how would her giving me my infusion a couple hours earlier not interfere with my plans for tonight? After the premeds are administered any plans I'd had would've been completely pointless as I would've been too messed up to do anything. And second, why on gods green earth would I adamantly insist that I couldn't do it at all on Wednesday only to turn around and not only say I will do it Wednesday, but offer to get off a couple hours early too? I wouldn't.

So, now I feel guilty that she came all the way here for nothing and that, though I was trying to be helpful by offering to do it earlier, I've still apparently messed up her night out with her friend.

Sigh.

But, you know what, since this is the way my life's been going lately, I'm not at all surprised.