Oh boy. What a day. Consider yourself warned: the below is an account of my stressful day and if you have a sympathetic bone in your body, you'll be quite distressed for me by the end of it. I decided to put a photo of a gorilla from the zoo up to brighten the post (it holds zero relevance to my day). Now, let me set the scene for you.
I arrived at my local tube station early this morning as per usual to head off to work. Anyway, we notice a visually impaired lady on the platform, so we allow her onto the carriage before us (to make sure she got a seat). Anyway, as we approached our destination, we got up and moved towards the door. As we were pulling in, I was fixing my coat up... and did an apparent flick of the head while doing so. As I momentarily flung my head back, I've clean headbutted her straight in the face. It was a forceful connection between the lower part of my skull and her entire face. I got such a fright I just jumped off the train without apologising. Apparently she didn't collapse, and Fran assures me that she did manage to recover quickly enough to disembark. The guilt was awful.... I want to see her to apologise now.
Karma came back to get me about 2 hours later when I was hitting the wards. I rode the service elevator up to the ninth floor and as the doors opened, I went to launch myself out only to find myself wedged to the door by a trolley and two nice men in blue uniforms. Yes, I had encountered another deceased person on the long elevator journey to heaven. I blocked my nose and held my breath while I quickly scooted past the trolley and the person lying under the big blue tarp of death.
I must say, by 12pm... I was feeling a little shaky. Hopefully, better days await. I'm got a good few days planned and will be heading up to Birmingham this weekend to see a friend and head out.
More (hopefully, less distressing) stories to come soon.
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