EVERYONE can relate to having "one of those days". Last Wednesday was mine.
I managed to get a cold for the second time this year. And I'm blaming my housemate.
She sounded like Darren Lockyer nursing the sore throat from hell.
When I woke on Wednesday morning, I knew I had to see a doctor. I was running late, as usual, and with an 8.10am appointment looming, I scrambled into my car.
But, as the garage roller door slowly crept open, I noticed a large, orange van blocking my driveway.
My first-world problems had started to snowball.
When I arrived at the surgery five minutes late, I was told the doctor had to see two more patients before me. I was then told my doctor was late.
After counting down every agonising minute between 8.10am and 9am, I was called into the room.
I wanted to make this quick: "I feel like I have a cold coming on and I want to get it sorted out."
The doctor proceeded to conduct a check-up, starting with my temperature, ears and chest. But, as she checked my throat, she made a startling observation.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"Oh nothing bad, my dear," she said. "Your throat looks fine ... and your tonsils aren't even swollen."
While she informed me of some herbal remedies I could try to ease my symptoms, I couldn't help but smile.
When I was 12, I had had my tonsils removed. Bouts of childhood tonsillitis had shrivelled my teeny tonsils out of existence, so there was no chance they would be inflamed. Sorry, doc.
As I drove back to work, I couldn't help but chuckle about the morning's events.
While it seemed life was raining on my parade, I felt my bad news came down to perception.
After all, I wasn't dying of some horrible throat disease. Plus I would be on the mend soon.
It was just an unfortunate series of events. As they say, when life gives you lemons, make lemonade.
Or, in my case, a nice herbal tea to soothe my un-inflamed tonsils.