Snowmageddon, indeed. I made it through the tundra and into the dialysis center by the use of sheer will. I drove slowly and carefully, channelled my inner big girl, and thought happy thoughts the entire nerve-wracking time.
Only two patients called off, but almost all of the techs and nurses decided to stay home. My tech today is a bit frazzled, but cheery and determined, so I'm good. I'm in patient mode, but doing my part to entertain the troops with my pink socks, PopTarts, and crazy leggings.
(What can I say? I am really good at creating comfort for myself, and those three items have kind of become my battle provisions. I set my chair up in a certain way, snack on the same stuff, and wear a uniform.)
Jersey Boy is home shivering under his couch blanket...marveling at the snow. I tried to explain that this was actually pretty normal a few years ago, and that we seem to have gotten a bit spolied with mild winters lately, but he seemed more worried about how I was gong to drive myself to and fro today.
(Can I tell you a secret about him?)
(He is a TERRIBLE driver.)
(Yes...he is the love of my life and my dream come true and everything I've ever wanted and a complete re-incarnation of both Stewey and my dad, but the man. cannot. drive.)
(But that's our secret, OK?)
So I'm hooked up, cozy and comfy, and enjoying the pretty view:
Sorry you can't see anything but...white, but that's pretty much what's out there today. Lots and lots of white. Methinks the snow brush will come in handy when it's time to go home.
That's the report for a Friday, Dearies. I'm hoping and praying for a calm and peaceful run today...so far, so good!
Hope your day is swell and that you are warm and safe and dry. Come tell me all about it!