Nature Just Hates Me

Robert is the type of student that has to be on time.

He hates walking into the classroom late, all eyes on him, everyone knowing that he was the late one.

I really dont blame him though, I hate that feeling too.

Its almost like you have to give the whole class an explanation so they wont just think you are the flaky one.

Every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday he has a class that starts at 9am.

Early classes are not a hard thing for us..

In fact, the past billion of semesters he has had a class starting at 7:45am, so with the later hour we thought we were catching a break.

Wrong.

I start work at 9am.

We have only one car.

You can see how things can get a bit complicated.

So instead of just jumping in the car at 7:30am in my pajamas, getting to come home and fully get ready for my day.. I have to be completely ready before we take him, and we have to be a smidge early so that I am not late too.

I know its my fault. 

I have no problem taking the blame either.

Its just, for some reason or another, I cannot seem to make it out the door at the time we should.

And it really isn't even that hard.

I just seem to have a problem with it.. And everyone drives slow here..

So rather than just one of us being late, it ends up being both of us. 

And its always by slight mins.. Barely barely anything.. 

But still.. Late is late. 

And it drives Robert crazy. 

So I have been trying really hard to make sure this late thing doesnt define me anymore.

He challenged me to this, today being the tester... The first day on trial.

As soon as the alarm went off, I only layed in bed for a couple mins. instead of a lot of mins.

I took a shower last night, so that I would not have to this morning..

Essentially, allowing me more time to focus on my face to make sure people didnt know I didnt shower.

Robert even got to take a shower himself, without me hogging the bathroom continuously.

Everything was going perfectly.

I even knew what I was going to wear so that even that would cut back on time.

But no....

Nothing can ever go perfectly.

Especially on trial day.

See that red dot?

Yeah.. the thing that looks like the size of a pen head or something.

Apparently its a blood vessel.

The surface kind.

Fair skined people are prone to getting them and they usually just look like red freckles that sometimes are there and sometimes go away.

Honestly, they have never caused any problems for me.

This one in particular comes and goes at various times of the year, and I never thought twice about it.

Until last night..

I was minding my own business, taking my nightly shower, and decided I needed a good exfoliation.

The tiny crushed almonds have only ever improved my face, but last night, I might have scrubbed too hard?

I really have no idea.

Next thing I know, there is a dark something under my eye, and then blood was on my finger after wipping it away.

I just stepped out, held some toilet paper to it, and it went away pretty fast.

By morning, there was a slight scab over it, so I thought the worst was over.

I moisturized my face, bent over to get my makeup bag, and blood was dripping on the floor.

It literally was like I had a geiser of blood dripping down my face and onto the floor.

And though I do like to embellish my stories a bit.. This is definitely not one of those times.

I would hold toilet paper to my face and it would just completely soak through.

You would pull the tissue away for a second and it was like you had never had a tissue there in the first place.

It just kept coming and coming and coming.

It got all over my garmets, the tile, my arm, my hands, the sink... You should see the amount of tissue in the trash..

It was absolutely ridiculous.

And poor Robert.

Here he is, just taking his relaxing morning shower, when all the sudden I'm panicking.

He thought I needed stiches or something.

He started saying how we needed to go to the doctor, the Emergency Room.. something..

By this point, honestly all I cared about was getting him to school on time.

I refused to be late.

Especially on trial day.

But my face just wouldnt stop.

Rob held extreme pressure on it.. like really extreme..

And I called the medicine woman.

My Mother.

She suggested some salt mixture thingy..

I put that on, and with the combination of the pressure and the salt..

Miraculously it stopped.

And miraculously...

Rob was only like 4 mins. late.

So, I tried.

I really did try hard to make it on time today.

I just think nature is against Robert getting to school on time.

Maybe nature just wants him to overcome his fear of everyone starring..

Or maybe nature just hates me.

Yeah, thats gotta be it.

Nature just hates me.