Frustration, Irresolution, Worry and Everything in Between

Today was not a good day. My best friend from college was having surgery today. I knew that there would be very little information today but I just wanted to stop by the waiting area and check with her husband and family to make sure everything had started according to plan before going into work. I went up to the hospital and found the surgery waiting area but could not locate any of her family. The desk clerk insisted over and over again that this was the only surgery waiting area in the hospital and that this was where she would be. I wandered around the floor a bit longer and finally found another employee who told me the same thing. I told her a really didn't think it was correct. Where ever my friend was in situation like that her husband and family would be and I hadn't been able to find any of them. It was getting closer to the time I needed to be at work so I left and headed home. As I was getting dressed for work I made a last ditch effort and called her husband's cell. "Kara," he said, "we are on the third floor!" I had been lost on the second floor! I had been so close to the one place I wanted to get for the whole day and couldn't manage it. I had to be at work in twenty minutes and there wasn't time for a trip back up to the hospital. I was worried at work, I am worried now and will probably be worried in my sleep --when ever that happens.
To put another layer on the day I had a situation arise with the car that I really needed Dad for and he is out of the reach of phone contact for the weekend. This is where I have to be honest and state that I often defer to Dad on problems I could solve myself (we drive each other nuts, but I am the baby girl even at this advanced age). This was a bona fide Dad emergency, however, since he is co-owner of the vehicle. So I handled it and then phoned my aunt for a little emergency situation spell check. I suppose this is where I would have to mark "pathetic" if I was doing a self-evaluation on my coping abilities.
Circumstances fly at me so fast some days it seems as though I do not have time to resolve one issue before another blind sides me. Whole weeks and months drag by without a single event and then one random day is like being trapped inside a batting cage with one of those baseball pitching machines (I was always bad at baseball). I despise the phrase "just one of those days" because it sweeps everything under the proverbial rug when what you really need is to acknowledge that the events of the day were miserable, think them through, talk to some one who can give you some wise empathy, pray for God to forgive me of any part I had in making the situations worse and take comfort in the certainty that it will never be in my power to resolve everything. Um, that is a comfort? In the strangest way sometimes it is the best comfort one gets.