And I've had such a bad day

A few weeks ago, there was some weird energy floating around and everyone seemed to be having a really rubbish day of it. Work went to hell in a handbasket with some nasty complaints that spiralled out of control. My housemate took the prize though. For those of you not keeping up with current affairs, my housemate is also my best friend of twelve years now, who happens to have very bad fibromyalgia, a fucked up back and apparently no immune system anymore. This time last year she got a hardcore case of glandular fever and since recovering from it (which in itself took six months), if you so much as cough within 10 feet of her, she is laid up in bed for a week with flu. In addition to this, and the only thing you need to know about her to make sense of the following, she has had a weird recurring fungal type skin infection on the palm of her hand since February and nothing seems to shift it. So in the middle of everyone around me at work having a shit day, she sent me this text, having just left the doctors after some blood tests:

"Well this day just gets worse! Taxi went the wrong way. Got a really gruff nurse who used both my arms like a pincushion she hated, so now bruised and many plastered on both sides and was too cowed to ask about my hand. Tried the chemist, who was Russian and not thrilled to be off his mobile, he suggested arnica (homeopathic for bruises) and vitamins. FUCKING retard! And then some mad old man told me to fuck off at the bus stop! Am now on way to another chemist, which I fully expect to explode"

I was laughing so hard by the time I got to the end of it, I had tears running down my face and couldn't speak to tell people what I was finding so funny. She was having a bad day, but a dose of Schadenfreude cheered mine right up.