Excuse me for a minute while I take the time to be really whiny... because at the moment I feel justified in doing so. If you don't want to read on, I don't take offense...
So after my last post about my dramatic drive from work to the hotel we stayed at for the night... it just kind of got worse. To make a long story short: the comforter and pillows in the hotel room are down - which I am allergic to. Not to the extent where I could justify calling down to make them switch the entire bed linens just for me... but enough where I was stuffy and sniffling all night. So I couldn't get comfortable and I couldn't sleep. I think I finally fell asleep around 11pm only to be woken up at midnight by the oncoming of my monthly "friend"... and she brought with her the most awful, gut-wrenching, stomach-turning, thigh-burning, tailbone-aching cramps I have ever felt since I was a teenager.
And so... I spent from midnight until approximately 5:10am curled up in the fetal position, moaning, whimpering and full-out crying like a baby. Poor Simon (who is working a shift from 7am-3:30pm today) was up with me for most of the night, rubbing my back and letting me squeeze his hand until his fingers turned blue.
Once I finally fell unconscious at 5:10... the alarm quickly brought me back to reality with its buzzing at 5:30.
I rolled out of bed, got dressed, and we got down to the car only to find it completely encased in ice, and plowed into the parking spot. So we borrowed a shovel from the hotel and began digging the car out, only to have me start an asthma attack due to the fact that it's like the arctic out there today. So I had to sit in the car and watch while my sleepy hubby finish chipping the ice away.
The roads are still awful. I slid the entire way to get him to work. They're still plowing, and it's still flurrying. I have no idea what the roads are like where the flower shop is. I'm supposed to work from 10-2:30 today, but... I just don't know. I texted the manager I work with to let her know the kind of night I had and that I was at the hotel trying to get some sleep, and that I would be a bit late, but the more I think about it, the more I'd just as well check out of here at noon and go sit in a parking lot somewhere and wait for Simon to get out at 3:30. I don't want to work. I don't want to think. I don't want to move. I don't want to do anything except go home and crawl into bed.
I never want to experience this again. The next time we get a winter storm advisory, fuck waiting it out for a while. I am in my car and on my way home as soon as the first flake hits the ground. I am beyond lucky that I did not end up like one of the dozens of cars that I saw yesterday stranded, deserted, stuck, or crashed. I am so beyond lucky that I did not hurt myself, my car, or someone else.
I will not be doing this again. My nerves won't take it.
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