We came back to Mississauga today because Ian has an 8am follow-up appointment with the surgeon tomorrow. I don't really want to get up early enough to be in Mississauga for 8am :) Anyways, I packed up my stuff, and I thought I'd done a good job. But when we got here, we discovered that my mouthwash wasn't completely closed and so it spilled all over the back of the car. The car has a lovely minty fresh smell now :)
Later on, while working on my beading, I dropped a bead. After that, I dropped one of my Oxycontin in the bedroom. I have to be very careful because of the dog - she can't eat beads or my pills. The beads probably wouldn't kill her (but they wouldn't be good for her), but the pills could. Ian found both of these things, thank goodness.
I always think I am being careful..... and then I keep finding out that I'm not being careful enough :( I feel like no matter how careful I try to be, I can't be careful enough. It bothers me because it's like I can't take care of myself. I feel like I can't be trusted to do things correctly or neatly, and that someone has to follow along after me so that I don't leave a mess and am not a danger to people (and dogs) around me. I don't like this at all :(