one of those days

so..about two weeks ago I was just having one of those days were it seems everything and everyone is against you. I got treated badly at work by someone who thinks that they are my superior, and I was trash-talked by some other nurses for absolutely nothing (other than being awesome) and I was feeling a bit overwhelmed by all of it. We are trying to get everything ready to move into the apartment, and at that point there was still alot to be done, and with all that had gone on at work I was not really feeling like I could handle the apartment too. On the way home from work I was so frustrated and cranky, but when we got up to the apartment, Rex had cleaned and swept and taken care of a ton of stuff that he didn't tell me he was going to and it was such a pleasant surprise. So being in a somewhat better mood we decided to put our Klippan love seat from IKEA together (229..what a steal!) and while putting the arm/back piece on the base it broke and I dropped it (or I dropped it and it broke..really that is not the point) and it landed on my finger and broke the nail almost off in the middle of my nail..I started crying and held my hand over the floor and even though it was bleeding, I kind of just sat there crying. Yes, I am a nurse and know I needed to apply pressure. Yes, I do realize that even though it hurt, it wasn't THAT bad. Apparently all the emotion from the day needed to be released at that moment. Meanwhile Rex is a little flabbergasted as to what to make of the situation. Here I am sitting on the floor bleeding and crying, he then told me I needed to go downstairs to the bathroom and I told him I didn't want to bleed on the stairs (I got a funny look for that one, probably because there was a pool of blood beside me). After washing it off and looking at the damage (pretty ugly, and it hurt, but the nail was still partially attached) Rex wanted to put alcohol on it to 'clean' it..this brought on nausea and I told him no, which he did not appreciate. It was a pretty dramatic 3 minutes. He then goes upstairs to finish putting the love seat together, and proceeds to find out that it is broken (icing on the cake really) and that no we cannot take it back...because I bled on it. HAHAHAHA! At this point, all I could do was laugh. Side note: Rex fixed the broken love seat while I was no where in site. He has also ban me from putting things together. :)