One Year Ago Today...

...I was diagnosed with squamous cell carcinoma in the right inguinal lymph node.  Thus began my journey as a cancer patient, and thankfully I am now a cancer survivor. 

Reading this: 

was certainly NOT what I expected that day when the results came through.  I'm not going to rehash everything I went through, but I am forever thankful that it is over, at least as far as treatment goes.  I've got a negative PET scan and a negative CT scan under my belt and have my next scans in late December.  

I still have dreams of having to have surgery, the type of surgery is usually different, and I honestly cannot remember actually knowing the type of surgery I was having. In my dreams, I don't think I have cancer, but I can't remember all of it to know for sure.

I had my port removed on August 23 and am so happy to be able to wear my seat belt properly while driving now!  

I think I mentioned in my last blog post that I was adopting the mantra "All will be well" and "this girl can".  Today I did a little something...

Colby at Long Live Tattoo in Lagrange added this little reminder to my arm today.  It didn't even dawn on me until I was talking to my sis-in-law that today makes a year since diagnosis.  How fitting that I chose today as the day to have my mantra inscribed permanently on my arm.  It will serve as a reminder to me that I went through something pretty tough, and if I can get through that, I can get through anything.

If you want to know more about my journey with cancer, please message me on Facebook or comment here.  I'm an open book when it comes to matters of my health.

Thank you to all of you who prayed for me, sent positive energy, mo-jo, ju-ju, etc., to me over the last year.  I've definitely felt the positivity!

Update on Me

 I can't keep up with who I've talked to and who I haven't, so some of you may already know these things and some of you may not.

I had 11 inguinal-femoral lymph nodes removed on November 20. We knew going into the surgery that at least one of those lymph nodes had cancer, and per pathology, none of the others had cancer.  That was fantastic news, and I'm so very thankful that it had not spread to additional lymph nodes.  

My recovery has been going well so far.  I have a drain coming from the groin area which I have to empty a couple times a day.  It clogged yesterday and I had fluid spilling out around the drain.  I was able to get the clog cleared and it's back to normal now.  But y'all - the drain stuff grosses me out!  I've been dealing with it myself since I came home from the hospital and blech!!!!!  

I have a lot of numbness in the groin, hip, and thigh, which I think helped me with the pain level.  I've never been one to take many pain pills after a major surgery, and this one was no exception.  I've only had 2 or 3 of the prescription pain meds, and I've taken Tylenol a couple of times to take the edge off.  (talked to my mom today and she was expecting me to be in agony, as she reminded me of how I complained and whined so badly as a child when I would get a cut or a scrape! LOL)

I have my post-op appointment coming up on 12/5, where I hope to have this drain removed.  I'll have my next oncology appointment on 12/6, and I would imagine that this appointment is to set my radiation and chemo schedule.

On December 18, I'm scheduled for a high resolution anoscopy.  This is done under general anesthesia, and there will be multiple biopsies taken.  For those that don't know what this is - it's an examination looking for anal cancer.  The regular anoscopy hasn't shown anything for concern, so they're doing this to make 100% sure that there's nothing to worry about.  

All of the providers I've seen (oncologist, general surgeon, colorectal surgeon, gyn oncologist, and dermatologist), are baffled as to the source of this squamous cell carcinoma in my lymph nodes.  All of them have said that for cancer to have spread from a primary location to the lymph nodes, the primary tumor should be of some size.  And yet I have nothing that anyone can see that's of any concern, anywhere.

I appreciate the prayers and positive energy that all of you are sending my way so very much.  I have no doubts that I will beat this and be well. Keep sending the prayers, mojo, juju, and all the positivity that you care to share with me, it is a definite help!

Shaken to My Core: Life-changing Diagnosis

 Hello everyone.  Lots of changes in my life over the last year.  For those of you who didn't know, I had gastric sleeve surgery last year in July and have lost 92 pounds.  I'm about 10lbs from my goal weight, but honestly if I stay where I'm at, I won't be upset.  I have bigger fish to fry now, and I'll get to that in a minute.

Losing 92lbs of course has changed my body in so many ways.  I left the hospital after surgery off of my pre-diabetic medications (ozempic and metformin), as well as my lasix and potassium supplements.  I came off the blood pressure medication in October last year, and my weekly mega-dose of vitamin D earlier this year.  The cardiologist has taken me off the cholesterol medication, pending the outcome of my bloodwork that I'll have at the end of November.  All I take now is vitamins (multi, B12, and biotin), Celexa, Singulair, and a probiotic.  

My obgyn found a large nodule on my thyroid in January.  I went through 2 biopsies to ensure it wasn't cancer (less than 4% chance that it was), so that was good.  Turns out I have a few more nodules on my thyroid but the largest one was the biggest concern.  The doctor might not have felt the nodules in the past due to the extra weight I was carrying, so who knows how long I've had thyroid nodules.  Thankfully my thyroid function tests are all normal, so we're just on a watch and see plan with it.  If it continues growing and becomes a problem, we can remove it, but for now I'm content on leaving it alone.

In February, the morning of my routine well check with my PCP, I found a lump in my groin.  I figured it was a lymph node and of course I brought it up to the doctor.  She ordered a CT scan to check it out, which I ended up having the scan done at an ED visit for a very painful tummy the next week.  The CT scan just gave the dimensions of the lymph node (something like 2.1cm x 1.5, I don't recall exactly); the scan also confirmed that my severe fatty liver disease is GONE.  No more fatty liver!!!!!  The PCP took a wait and see plan with the lymph node, as they can sometimes swell due to some sort of infection the body is experiencing, and she didn't seem too concerned as I am generally healthy and didn't seem to have anything going on.

On August 24, I found a 2nd enlarged lymph node right next to the first one. I knew that one was new, as it had not shown on the CT scan back in March, so I contacted my PCP for advice.  She referred me to the surgical group here, and I was able to be seen the very next morning.  I had already consulted Google for the possibilities - and yes, I know - you should NEVER consult Google with medical things, so I was looking for reassurances that this was no big deal.  The surgeon didn't seem overly concerned with it; he removed the original swollen lymph node on September 5 and of course it was sent to pathology to see what was going on with it.

On Thursday, September 7, my pathology results were delivered to my patient portal (MyChart). My life changed forever when I saw the words "squamous cell carcinoma" and "the malignant results were delivered to the ordering provider".  I never, ever, dreamed I would be diagnosed with CANCER!  I go to the obgyn every year.  Get a mammogram every year.  I have whatever tests and scans and vaccinations that are suggested, at the intervals recommended.  

As I'm sure many of you can imagine, I was devastated at the news.  I got the results at quitting time from work, and I cried all the way home.  I cried when I told Brian.  He held me and he cried, too.  I decided that I wasn't going to tell my mother or Steven until I had more information on what kind of cancer, what stage I'm at, what my treatment plan is, etc., and I knew that some of this may take some time to get.  This meant I had to straighten my crown, fix my face, and head to American Pie for Carrollton Pride Spirit Night to support Steven and the community that evening.  I managed to make it through dinner and held myself together pretty good.

I'm so thankful for the gastric sleeve surgery and losing the 92lbs.  I might never have found this lymph node had I not lost the weight.

I had to see the surgeon again on the 11th so that he could check me for skin cancer and another type of cancer that I'd rather forget about, and I'm clear in those regards.  He was baffled at how I could have cancer in my lymph node but no obvious primary tumor.  Squamous cell carcinoma is a skin cancer diagnosis, and I don't have anything that caught the surgeon's eye as being suspicious.  He ordered a PET Scan, which I had on the 12th.  The only thing that lit up on the scan was the remaining enlarged lymph node.

I had my first visit with oncology on the 13th.  I didn't get the answers I was looking for that day, as now we were on the hunt for a primary tumor so that they'd know what this was and how to treat it.  I've had a cystoscopy on my bladder, and thankfully that was all clear.  

I decided to go ahead and tell my mother and my son on Friday, September 15, as Mom came to visit for the weekend, and I wanted to tell her in person. I knew I wouldn't be able to see her and not fall apart.  I needed my momma y'all.  BAD.  I think she handled the news better than I expected, but Steven, omg that freaking broke my heart.  I remember being broken hearted when I told him I was divorcing his father when he was 11, but that was mild compared to the heartbreak I experienced that night.

I saw a surgeon at the gynecologic oncology office on the 27th, and after his examination he found nothing wrong either.  (I had seen a different surgeon at that practice that has now retired, for the VIN III surgery I had in 2017) This surgeon suggested that it was possible that somehow this could end up being vulvar cancer, in relation to the VIN III from 2017.  He recommended that I have surgery to remove more lymph nodes in the inguinal region, as well as radiation and chemo.

I saw the oncologist for the 2nd time on the afternoon of the 27th, and she agreed with the gyn oncologist recommendations.  Because there's no primary tumor, I'm told that it's really hard to give a stage.  I was told we're looking at either stage 2 or stage 3.  Definitely not stage 1 since it's in a lymph node, and definitely not stage 4 as it's only in the 1 lymph node based on the PET scan and has not spread elsewhere.  I'm good with 2 or 3, and it gives me comfort that it hasn't metastasized.

So now I'm waiting for a surgery date with the gyn oncologist, and 4-6 weeks post-op I will begin the radiation and chemo.  I'm told that the particular chemo I will have doesn't typically make your hair fall out, but I don't care if it does. I'm also told that the nausea from this one is pretty bad, so we shall see how that goes.  I'm going to do anything and everything that I can to beat this!

THIS GIRL CAN!

Thankful for the Thorns

 Thankful for the Thorns

Sandra felt as low as the heels of her Birkenstocks as she pushed against a November gust and the florist shop door. Her life had been easy, like a spring breeze.  Then, in the fourth month of her second pregnancy, a minor automobile accident stole her ease. During this Thanksgiving week she would have delivered a son.  She grieved over her loss. As if that weren't enough, her husband's company threatened a transfer. Then her sister, whose holiday visit she coveted, called saying she could not come.

What's worse, Sandra's friend infuriated her by suggesting her grief was a God-given path to maturity that would allow her to empathize with others who suffer? "Had she lost a child? No - she has no idea what I'm feeling," Sandra shuddered. Thanksgiving? "Thankful for what?" she wondered. For a careless driver whose truck was hardly scratched when he rear-ended her? For an airbag that saved her life but took that of her child?

"Good afternoon, can I help you?"

The flower shop clerk's approach startled her. "Sorry," said Jenny, "I just didn't want you to think I was ignoring you."

"I . . . . I need an arrangement."

"For Thanksgiving?" Sandra nodded.  "Do you want beautiful but ordinary, or would you like to challenge the day with a customer favorite I call the "Thanksgiving Special."

Jenny saw Sandra's curiosity and continued, "I'm convinced that flowers tell stories, that each arrangement insinuates a particular feeling. Are you looking for something that conveys gratitude this Thanksgiving?"

"Not exactly!" Sandra blurted. "Sorry, but in the last five months, everything that could go wrong has."

Sandra regretted her outburst but was surprised when Jenny said, "I have the perfect arrangement for you."

The door's small bell suddenly rang. "Barbara! Hi, "Jenny said. She politely excused herself form Sandra and walked toward a small workroom. She quickly reappeared carrying a massive arrangement of green bows, and long-stemmed thorny roses. Only, the ends of the rose stems were neatly snipped, no flowers.

"Want this in a box?" Jenny asked.

Sandra watched for Barbara's response. Was this a joke? Who would want rose stems and no flowers! She waited for laughter, for someone to notice the absence of flowers atop the thorny stems, but neither woman did.

"Yes, please. It's exquisite," said Barbara. "You'd think after three years of getting the special, I'd not be so moved by its significance, but it's happening again. My family will love this one. Thanks."

Sandra stared. "Why so normal a conversation about so strange an arrangement?" she wondered.

"Ah, said Sandra, pointing. "That lady just left with, ah . . . ."

"Yes?"

"Well, she had no flowers!"

"Off?"

"Off. Yep. That's the Special. I call it the "Thanksgiving Thorns Bouquet."

"But, why do people pay for that?" In spite of herself she chuckled.

"Do you really want to know?"

"I couldn't leave this shop without knowing. I'd think about nothing else!"

"That might be good," said Jenny.

"Well," she continued, "Barbara came into the shop three years ago feeling very much like you feel today. She thought she had very little to be thankful for. She had lost her father to cancer, the family business was failing, her son was into drugs, and she faced major surgery."

"Ouch!" said Sandra.

"That same year, I lost my husband. I assumed complete responsibility for the shop and for the first time, spent the holidays alone. I had no children, no husband, no family nearby, and too great a debt to allow any travel."

"What did you do?"

"I learned to be thankful for thorns.

"Sandra's eyebrows lifted. "Thorns?"

"I'm a Christian, Sandra. I've always thanked God for good things in life and I never thought to ask Him why good things happened to me. But, when bad stuff hit. Did I ever ask! It took time to learn that dark times are important. I always enjoyed the flowers' of life but it took thorns to show me the beauty of God's comfort. You know, the Bible says that God comforts us when we're afflicted and from His consolation we learn to comfort others."

Sandra gasped. "A friend read that passage to me and I was furious! I guess the truth is, I don't want comfort. I've lost a baby and I'm angry with God." She started to ask Jenny to "go on" when the door's bell diverted their attention.

"Hey, Phil!" shouted Jenny as a balding, rotund man entered the shop. She softly touched Sandra's arm and moved to welcome him. He tucked her under his side for a warm hug. "I'm here for twelve thorny long-stemmed stems!" Phil laughed, heartily.

"I figured as much," said Jenny. "I've got them ready." She lifted a tissue-wrapped arrangement form the refrigerated cabinet.

"Beautiful," said Phil. "My wife will love them."

Sandra could not resist asking, "These are for your wife?"

Phil saw that Sandra's curiosity matched his when he first heard of a Thorn Bouquet. "Do you mind me asking, 'Why thorns?"

"In fact, I'm glad you asked, "He said. "Four years ago my wife and I nearly divorced. After forty years, we were in a real mess, but we slogged through, problem by rotten problem. We rescued our marriage - our love, really. Last year, at Thanksgiving, I stopped in here for flowers. I must have mentioned surviving a tough process because Jenny told me that for a long time she kept a vase of rose stems --- stems! --- As a reminder of what she learned from 'thorny' times. That was good enough for me. I took home stems, My wife and I decided to label each one for a specific thorny situation and give thanks for what the problem taught us. I'm pretty sure this stem review is becoming a tradition."

Phil paid Jenny, thanked her again and as he left, said to Sandra, "I highly recommend the Special!"

"I don't know if I can be thankful for the thorns in my life, "Sandra said to Jenny.

"Well, my experience says that thorns make roses more precious. We treasure God's providential care more during trouble than at any other time. Remember, Sandra, Jesus wore a crown of thorns so that we might know His love. Do not resent thorns."

Tears rolled down Sandra's cheeks. For the first time since the accident she loosened her grip on resentment. "I'll take twelve long-stemmed thorns, please."

"I hoped you would, " Jenny said. "I'll have them ready in a minute. Then, every time you see them, remember to appreciate both good and hard times. We grow through both."

"Thank you. What do I owe you?"

"Nothing. Nothing but a pledge to work toward healing your heart. The first year's arrangement is always on me." Jenny handed a card to Sandra. "I'll attach a card like this to your arrangement but maybe you'd like to read it first. Go ahead, read it."

My God, I have never thanked Thee for my thorns! I have thanked Thee a thousand times for my roses, but never once for my thorns. Teach me the glory of the cross I bear, teach me the value of my thorns. Show me that I have climbed to Thee by the path of pain. Show me that my tears have made my rainbow. George Matheson 





It's been a while since I've posted this, as I've really fallen off of my blog posting but thought it was worth sharing this year.

It's not something I ever thought of before - why in the world would I want to thank God for all the "thorns" in my life that have caused me so much grief, pain, aggravation and disappointments?  I have learned a lot over the last several decades, and it has taken great pain, suffering, aggravation and disappointment for me to reach the point in my life where I am now.  We don't truly learn about life and about ourselves until we have suffered in some fashion - we are given the opportunity to learn and grow through the trials and tribulations that we experience.  Many times, we can't make sense of it or find a purpose in it as we are experiencing the difficult times, but eventually, we figure it out and find meaning in it. 

I'm definitely not a religious person, nor do I have a defined set of beliefs. I find myself questioning some things at times and I just kinda work things out with what makes the most sense to me.  But - I do believe we are given the "thorns" in our lives for a reason.  So - remember to be thankful for not only the good things in life, but also for those "thorns" that you are pricked with on occasion, for they do serve a purpose in our lives.

In Memoriam: Clydie Lou Cote

 We lost my mother-in-law, Clydie Lou Cote (nee Brown), on Thursday, 10/06/2022.  We knew it was coming, but just never dreamed it would be so soon.  She fought so many health battles since I've known her the last 12 years - Stage 3 lung cancer, a AAA repair and 2 touch ups on that, COPD, Congestive Heart Failure, Covid, a broken humerus. She battled through everything with all the strength in her being, but unfortunately there's no winning against COPD and CHF. 

That woman could work my last nerve and push every button I have, but I loved her deeply.  She was my second momma.  She moved in with us in January 2012, when Brian was deployed to Kosovo.  I credit her for saving me from myself during that deployment, as I had started to sink into a pretty deep depression over Brian being away and my mother living in England.  I spent a LOT of time alone in my bedroom, playing on the computer, and just barely functioning.  When Clydie moved in with us, I couldn't go to my room and hang out, I had to spend time with her, getting to know her and making her welcome.  She really was a blessing to me in so many ways.

We shared a love of the Dark Tower Stephen King book series - she wasn't a big SK fan, but she really enjoyed that series, as well as the Mr. Mercedes, Finders Keepers, and Final Watch (might not be correct title on that last one, but it was the final in that series).  I couldn't keep up with her reading speed, and I don't enjoy reading nearly as much as she did, but it was awesome to be able to discuss those books together and then see the movie Dark Tower when it came out a couple years ago. (We loved us some Idris Elba!)

Clydie wouldn't want us to sit around and cry all the time over her.  She knew she was loved, and we knew that she loved us.  She even loved those who made it hard to love them. She was humble and kind and didn't like to hold grudges.  She gave second chances to those who wanted or needed one and would advise others to look beyond the past and see a brighter future.  She made me think about a lot of things, and she taught me even more.  I'm a better cook than before we met, and I now know how to sew, crochet, garden, and preserve vegetables and homemade spaghetti sauce.  I wish I'd gotten her to show me how to change out the zipper in a pair of pants!  I guess I'll be looking on YouTube and figuring that one out alone. 😭

Clydie wasn't perfect, but who is?  If you didn't feel like she loved you, I can assure you that she did.  And please don't argue with me about it.  You have no idea the conversations that she and I had where she confessed her love for people that did her wrong, or upset her, and that she would still love them because that's how she was.  She kept her distance from some folks that she loved because of her fear of being hurt again, but the love was there.

Grief is like glitter.  You can throw a handful of it into the air, but when you try to clean it up you will never get it all.  Even long after the event, you will still find glitter tucked in the corners.  It will always be there...somewhere.

Miss me much?

I just sat down to write, and realized that my last post was in November of last year.  Wow.  I'm really a total slacker aren't I?  Oh well, I've been working, living life, grieving, celebrating, and all the things that go on in a normal course of life.

Since my last post, my beloved Gabriel has crossed the Rainbow Bridge.  On Saturday, January 4, I made that most difficult decision that many pet parents have to make.  I was with him, as was Clydie (Brian was out of town).  He was so sweet and peaceful.  It really sucks, but it's so unfair to let an animal suffer because you don't want to lose them.

The Coronavirus has hit all over the country.  My son most likely had it in March.  No one would test him, but he was told that it was almost certain that he had it after a trip to urgent care and 2 trips to the emergency department.  He's all better now, and back to living his life.

And speaking of the Coronavirus - it has wreaked havoc at hospital systems across the country, not just from having to treat patients that are sick with this virus, but with not being able to continue their normal services such as elective surgeries.  Many hospital systems did not perform any elective surgeries for over 30 days, and are now in a position to eliminate positions, and furlough employees partially or completely.  Those that have to draw unemployment are eligible for the state $ as well as the additional money from the federal government.

I'm one of the ones affected by the partial furlough, and I've decided to look at the blessings this situation has provided.  I'm able to spend every other week at home, working on things that I just would never get around to under normal circumstances.  I work every other week right now, and I'm doing my best to make my weeks off count around the house.  I actually created to-do lists of things I wanted to accomplish on these furlough weeks, and while I still have a ways to go to get it all finished, I've made a dent in the list.  Here's what I've gotten done on the 4 weeks I've had off over the last 2 months:

• painted the wall by the refrigerator
• cleaned the stairs (wiping down the kick plates and spindles on the railings)
• cleaned the foyer (walls, baseboards, door)
• cleaned out and organized the hallway closet
• cleared the spare bedroom of a desk, boxes, tubs, and a closet full of miscellaneous stuff (our great-nephew moved into that room)
• went through all the things removed from the spare bedroom and sorted into trash, donation, and storage
• completed a partial water change and gravel cleaning on the 75 gallon aquarium
• cleared out the assorted stuff in the master bedroom to make room for the desk from the spare room and the gun safe
• finished putting down newspapers and straw in the garden to keep control of the weeds

There's still so much more on the list to get done, but here's the project I'm in the middle of - cleaning and painting the kitchen cabinets, and changing out the knobs and drawer pulls.  I think that whomever painted the cabinets before we moved in didn't bother cleaning them first, as a lot of the paint is coming off around the knobs and at the tops where the grease accumulates.  I've got all but 2 of the cabinet doors off the cabinets, hardware removed and soaking in paint remover (trying to save the hinges so I don't have to replace all 47 of them).  I have the new drawer pulls, and will put those on after the painting is completed.  The cabinet knobs will arrive in about 2 weeks, so we'll just do without until then.  The paint will be the same color as what was on the cabinets, just refreshed.  I still have several of the cabinet doors to clean, then the sanding begins.  Thank goodness Clydie is helping me with this project!  We are really looking forward to the subtle changes we are making!

We have a new addition to our household - Red is no longer an only pet!  Bentley arrived in our home the first week of February, along with a broken leg.  He was about 7 weeks old when we got him, and he spent his first night at the vet to have his leg set and casted.  He was so stinking cute, hobbling around with his cast, and it didn't even slow him down.  By the way - we don't know what Bentley is.  We were told he was a miniature dachshund, but there's no way he's not mixed with something as he doesn't look 100% weenie, and he's entirely too big for a mini-weenie (estimated at 20 lbs @ 5 1/2 months now).  He's got he cutest personality, and Red has come to like him.  Mostly.  

Speaking of Red - he's under the weather pretty bad at the moment.  He has an abscess behind his eye, causing his eye to swell, the 3rd eyelid to stay out, and it hurts him to yawn and eat dry food.  He made his 3rd trip to the vet yesterday, as he's just not improving.  He's on 2 antibiotics now, and a pain medication.  Poor baby really needed the pain meds this morning.  He sleeps most of his days right now, suffering with all this discomfort.

So folks, that's my life at the moment.  I'm sure I've left some things out, but it is what it is.  Have a great rest of the weekend, and wish me luck that I'll get the painting done this weekend!  I have to be back at work on Monday!

The Mondayest Monday Ever!

Yep, I had the Mondayest Monday ever this past Monday!  I had opened the garage with the button on the wall, pulled my car out and went to close the door behind me.  That's when I discovered the remote was missing from the visor.  I half-heartedly searched around the front seat area, but didn't find it.  I had to go back in the garage, close the door with the wall-button, then leave through the front door (no I wasn't going to try to run out the closing garage door and either trip the sensor that would stop the closing, or just not make it before the door got too low lol).

I get half-way to work, and discovered that I didn't have any reading glasses on top of my head.  Which means I can either turn around and go get a pair from the house, or hope that I have a usable pair in the car or my desk at work somewhere.  I chose to carry on to work, I knew I had a pair in the car, it was just a matter of finding them.  I arrive to work, park on the top level of the parking deck, and start rummaging around for the glasses.  I never found them, but I did manage to find my garage remote in the floorboard of the backseat.  And I ended up having 2 pairs of readers in my desk, so that was good.

At lunch, I walk to my car and notice these 3 streaks down the back bumper that looked like colossal streaks of bird poo, but they were too uniform in width and length to be bird poo.  So I touched one of them and realized it was a scratch that was about 1/8th of an inch deep, 1/4 of an inch wide, and about 4 inches long.  I'm examining the 3 streaks and trying to figure out how in the hell someone managed to hit the bumper like that in the parking deck, and I'm getting ready to call security to pull the video tapes, when I realized that....it wasn't my car.  It was a black Altima.  I drive a Maxima that is the Nissan color name of "crimson Bordeaux", which is kind of like black cherry.  Of course I had to look around to make sure no one saw me touching a car that wasn't mine, and thankfully I was alone on the deck.

When it was quitting time, I gathered my belongings and had an arm full with my Yeti coffee mug, my bottle of water, my phone, my jacket slung over my arm, and my tote bag on my shoulder.  I get to the car and click the door handle button to unlock it, and nothing.  I bent down and looked into the car to make sure it was mine (because yes I've tried to enter the wrong Maxima at work once), and after seeing the heart shaped crystal thingy hanging from the rear view mirror, I confirmed that yes, it was mine.  I tried the handle again, nothing.  Click click click click.  Nothing.  I was getting mad.  I proceeded to unload my arm full of stuff onto the roof of my car, and as I went to sling my tote bag on the roof, I realized that I did not have my purse.  Meaning I didn't have my keys, because they are buried in said purse.  I gathered all my crap up and stomped back to my desk to get my purse.

I had a complete "comedy of errors" day on Monday, and I didn't dare ask "what next"!