It was inevitable. Too many good days in a row. It had to go to hell sometime. I had to GTFO from my friend's going-away lunch when I got suddenly sick. I spent the entire afternoon alternating between wishing I was dead and trying to survive, as long as I could sleep through it. I spent the rest of the day in misery, wondering whether I needed a new referral from my primary care doc to go back to the specialist, and did I need to go there or the ER. I eventually starting feeling well enough, without medical intervention, to watch television and eat a little. As I told my daughter's boyfriend, the moral of the story appears to be: make sure your leftovers make it to the refrigerator immediately, and make sure they're reheated properly.
I might have slept straight through until dawn, if I hadn't had the rest of the family point out that when my older daughter said her car was overheating, it was a real problem because she was still seven hours away from home. The younger daughter and her boyfriend said they were mounting a rescue, but apparently the older child inherited stubborn independence from both parents. Gene-pairing like that meant she refused assistance until 2 am, when she stopped insisting she could limp home, stopping every 10-15 miles to pour coolant in her car. At the very least, the head gasket is blown. I expect to hear worse, when they finally make it home and sleep off the travel. It took me until mid-morning just to sleep off the texting until 3 this morning.
When I finally made it out the door yesterday afternoon, it was only to water the Park. My plants were total drama queens, drooping in the heat. It was very nearly sunset, so the mosquitoes were total jerk wads. And I have discovered that the wild things have taken all the rest of my peaches, they harvest all the blueberries as they become ripe, and they have beaten me to the first almost-ripe blackberries. Someone left a single green peach on the ground, a snotty little FU to the Park ranger.
At least you taught your children to be functional and competent adults capable of cross country rescue missions.
ReplyDeleteThat is true. And it was a comfort to me while I was stuck half a country away, unable to participate in the rescue.
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