(Written months ago)
Mondays rarely disappoint. How’s your day going?
I woke up lethargic and disoriented. Kind of like a hangover but without the previous night’s terrible choices to reflect on. So far, my productivity expectations for the day are being met.
I’m in my work room at the VA and go to get the tervis cup from my backpack. It’s not there. That must have been the thump I heard from the back of the car on my way to work therapy. Ok. No problem.
Actually. Problem. Keys are missing. Not in my pants pockets. Not in my backpack. Must be locked in the car. Well, that would make sense for me today. Lovely.
While on my pilgrimage of shame, I remembered my shirt had pockets. Sure enough. The keys were there. A sense of relief washed over me – so much relief in fact that I turned to go back to my room.
A few steps later, the whole reason this escapade started – I still needed to go to the car for the cup. By the time I made it to the car, I was already sweating like a Death Valley road worker. Being overweight and disabled sucks. Upon arrival, I tugged on the door handle. The car was indeed locked. Naturally, I became frustrated and accepted the fact I would need to call AAA after all.
As I retrieved my phone from my back pocket, I realized the keys were still in my shirt where I had found them not 3 minutes prior. I got my cup and hobbled back to my work space – sweating and out of breath.
I was at work therapy for 80 minutes by this point and that was the height of my mental processing capabilities
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