In the County of Slush, Water World Appears in Everyday Ramblings

This was ice in the trees out front yesterday evening. We are above freezing now and starting to thaw. There are huge piles of dirty snow and slush everywhere and the buses can’t get near the curbs so you have to step in them. Water almost a foot deep in places. It makes being out and about on foot not particularly fun. Today is one of those very rare days I envy people with cars.

But then again I just ran into the young woman that lives upstairs and she can’t get her car out yet and had to call a friend to take her to her evening class. We discussed the fact that for five days we have been in good spirits and enjoying the outside-of-time quality of the storm and snow days but today irritability was taking hold.

Once again the office was closed and we were expected to telework. I spent the first two hours of the morning creatively begging anyone who would listen to get offsite access for Saint Joe. He had purchased studded tires over the weekend in case he needed to come in and was going to risk it even though it was a dangerous mess out there. He was, we were both so relieved when my begging paid off and he was able to become remarkably functional at home by mid morning. Yippee!

Otherwise I would have had to spend the day doing his work, because in the scheme of things he is front line and what he does is more important in the short term than what I do.

The minute I clocked out I geared up and went to the palace of earthy delights, otherwise known as the grocery store. It has been a full seven days since I have been and because I don’t have a car I never provision for that long. Not fresh food. It was totally packed and people were buying huge carts of food. But I didn’t mind. I’ll need to go back twice more to fully get stocked up. We’ll see what the slush factor is like tomorrow. I couldn't handle the wet trek to Women's Circle tonight.

I have had some open and honest correspondence with Mr. Fine China in the last week. The net result is that he confirmed what I was sensing. He wants to keep it very casual but he would still like to see me now and then. And he understands if I can’t handle the looseness of that arrangement.

He did offer on Friday morning to get me to the store because he has a huge four wheel drive Durango that could have made it down here. That was sweet.

Then on Saturday I didn’t hear from him at all. He had gotten up late, taken the said Durango to his gym, worked out and then went to his local grocery on the way home. Only instead of standing peacefully in line at the store he had a diabetic seizure and woke up in the emergency room, black and blue and sore and with a fat lip where he must have hit the counter when he went down.

I found this out yesterday morning.

Thank god he wasn’t driving when it happened. He said he'd had food but it was a combo of not enough of the right kind, his insulin dosage and then working out. (Not to mention oh the stress of the storm, his mother dying just over a month ago, his son moving out and tax season…)

It just breaks my heart. He takes very good care of himself.

No wonder he wants to keep things casual!

The body. Wow. Our bodies. Last week my sister had her chemo port implanted into her chest into a vein that goes straight to heart. Eek! She said mostly it just itches. Today the nurse came with the drug cassette and she had her first radiation treatment. She’ll do this for six weeks, and then she will have a break and surgery in May. Just in time for Miss E.’s ballet recital. First one on pointe!

I will so be there.