It's All Good Until It's Not

I was having a great day, work was going to be over early, all was well.  Then, on the way to see my last patient of the day, I hit a pothole.  I didn't see it coming, and then BANG BANG, the right side of my car went through it.  Right away, I could hear a tire hissing, and sure enough, my right front tire was shot.  I was changing my tire when a welder stopped and put my spare on for me.  We saw that the rim was bent.  All my other tires were fine.  I drove home, very slowly with that stupid donut.  I was flipped off by more than one person, hello, it is a stupid country highway.  Like I'm the first person today that went slow on that road.  Anyway, I'm in tears, mad at myself because of it.  I get home, and my husband gets out there and sees that the back tire is FLAT too.  So he takes it off, and sure enough, I've got 2, count them, one - two, bent rims.  The soonest we can get anything done is Tuesday.  So we are down to one vehicle, trying to make it work somehow.  While he was outside, I was busy hitting myself in the head, mad at myself that I let someone so stupid happen, and that it is now my fault we are having to cough up over $1000 to get it fixed.  It is one of those things, you just get so used to where you are going, you're not necessarily looking for new obstacles.

I'm going to go take a nap, and hopefully that will help to reset my mood.  I can't keep feeling like this or it is going to be one really crappy night, and I don't want to take it out anymore on myself or my family.