What the . . .

Do you ever have those "what the . . . ?" weeks? You know what I mean? Those weeks that everything is crazy, nothing is going right, and you just shake your head when what you really want to do is shake a few people and scream "What are you thinking? What the hell is wrong with you??" 

It's been one of those weeks but I haven't shaken anyone . . . not even the roofer, so we're good.

On Monday, as I was standing in the rain with three kids and a freakin dog . . . three kids and a dog that I had just raced out of the house with after being given a 30 minute notice to tidy my house and get out for a showing, I thought this is as bad as this week will be. I mean, I was thinking . . . seriously, if this is the worse thing that happens this week then it's gonna be an amazing week. I gave myself a big pep talked and rocked on.

Then Tuesday happened . . well, Tuesday was worse than Monday.

Then today . . .

Today was a doctor's appt. Not just a doctor's appt. A girl doctor's appt. Fun times.

Ten years ago, after a year and a half of being shuffled from doctor to doctor while in severe pain, a Hershey Med doctor quickly diagnosed my issue, performed surgery and gave me back my quality of life. So while my current Primary Provider is a UPMC Pinnacle doctor, I see the specialists at Hershey.

Now Hershey Med is a training hospital. So I know that it is not uncommon for students to be in the exam or operating room or "practicing" on you. Today, my nurse says, "Your doctor will be right in and she does have a student with her today." Okay. No. Big. Deal.

Then I hear this quiet but masculine voice, "Miss Webb, can I come in?" In walks this super adorable kid about the age of my sons. He begins to ask me questions . . . it's awkward . . . although he tries so hard to make it not awkward . . . which honestly made it more awkward. He asks me a few questions and tries to show his knowledge while I'm thinking "oh hunny, no that's not the way that works." He gets ready to leave the room and tells me he will be back with my doctor.

This gives me time to text my friend . . . who somehow finds my traumatic situation quite comical. I've got the emojis to prove it.

The doctor takes her time with the student to give him a good experience without traumatizing me too much. Listen, I'm still not over the student that could not put in my IV . . . and had to be stopped by my mild-mannered bestie, before I passed out. That student probably decided not to be a doctor after an interaction like that.

But today the student survived . . . and I survived . . . and I was reminded of two very important life lessons . . .

#1 The week can always get worse . . . always.

#2 You've got to be able to laugh at your life and at yourself. Really, you do. You can find the humor in almost any sucky day or awkward situation. When you learn to laugh at yourself, you've learned a total game changer. Don't take yourself or your life too seriously. Just laugh.

Now if you're like me and sometimes you struggle to laugh when everything is going wrong, I'll introduce you to my friend. She laugh at you  . . . I mean for you. ;)