I had like, one thing to think about today. One. Well, two if you count the umbrella but it was only raining a teeny bit and it stopped by the time I got downtown and I hid under the lilac trees while I waited for the bus. So aside from the daily Thursday morning routine, there was only one thing to add which was to bring my passport as a secondary ID piece for my medicare card renewal.

I even thought about it twice: once when I was writing my absence memo on my work Outlook yesterday evening, and once this morning while I was picking up bits & pieces in order to actually leave the house.

But did I take it? Nope. And I only remembered it 40 minutes later when the poster at the door of the renewal office reminded me to take out my ID prior to getting a number.

Sigh.

And my damn hair looked so good. Perfect for a photo I’ll be carrying with me for the next 4 years.

The thing is, too, that the renewal papers for this came about 3 months ago, but they came in the mail on the same day that I received the envelopes with my federal and provincial tax form access codes and I never actually opened those until I did my taxes (2 days after the delay which was when my grandma died). Much to my surprise I then found out that I had not accidentally been sent two access codes from the federal government, but that my medicare card was expiring (end of the month of May) and I needed to take care of it then (in March) in order to ensure I’d have it in time to not go without.

Sigh, again.

Which wouldn’t be such a big deal despite the fact that I am a confirmed loon, if I wasn’t having a skin reaction* to uhm… welll… something which my dermatologist suspects is my medication (because everything else plausible has been ruled out over the last 6 weeks, and Claritin, Benadryl & Aveeno haven’t been all that much help — not sniffling & supermega soft skin aside) and my next appointments with the dermatologist and my GP are in early June.

So, should you ever require any assistance in managing your life, I am readily available, and obviously not very busy at managing my own.

Sky

*Non-contagious rash on my wrists, ankles, soles and tummy. My belly button is completely discouraging. I am the opposite of sexy and not surprised that this would happen to me when summer hits, rather than when it ends.