Never did get the hang of Wednesdays
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slipjig3Today was Abbey's knee surgery down in Cooperstown. To everyone's relief, everything went even more swimmingly than anticipated; the doctor realized just before things were to begin that only two incisions would be necessary, rather than four, and from there, aside from a few complaints about the IV, all was copacetic. Kristi had given her permission to cuss when the needle went in, which she did not exercise, but which apparently led to the following exchange after:
Kristi: You didn't use any bad words.
Abbey: [seething] No. But I was thinking them.
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rafaela and I got there too late to see her before she went under (more on that in a moment), but we were there for her return, hearing her chatting away at the nursing staff well before we actually saw her. She was loaded for bear and ready to get the hell out of there, but we managed to convince her that yes, she did need rest. She now has an Ace bandage around her knee, a knee immobilizer to strap on outside her Levi's, a pair of crutches she probably won't even need, and a prescription for codeine that she probably well.
So this whole hoop-di-doo was a Very Good Thing Indeed, of which I'm trying to remind myself to keep from dwelling on the snow that was still coming down by the barrowful on our way there, and the Interstate traffic that had slowed to under 10 mph at one point, and...
All right, kids, if you don't want to read about us whipping a 360 power spin off of I-88 and into a snowbank, now would be the time to scroll by.
Yes, everyone is fine, car included, but it was scary as all flippin' hell. I was going well under the speed limit at that point, but I tried making a lane change and clipped a slick spot in the process. Next thing I know, Harold the Hoopty Car's front end it heading toward Montreal, the back end is heading toward Pennsylvania, until the whole lot of us headed square into the median, where a whole mess o' snow was waiting for us. It probably looked really cool from the outside. Sadly, we were not outside.
I have regained my love for humanity: no fewer than three passersby pulled over to check on us, two of which were in the opposite-bound lanes. The cops showed up in very short order, followed by a tow truck to winch us out of our own private Siberia. Once they'd managed to untange the hook from our bumper (a process that required a second tow truck to show up), we were on our way again. Slowly. Very, very slowly.
It's still snowing. I'm not driving. Full stop. I think it's now time to go get hammered.
Kristi: You didn't use any bad words.
Abbey: [seething] No. But I was thinking them.
rafaela and I got there too late to see her before she went under (more on that in a moment), but we were there for her return, hearing her chatting away at the nursing staff well before we actually saw her. She was loaded for bear and ready to get the hell out of there, but we managed to convince her that yes, she did need rest. She now has an Ace bandage around her knee, a knee immobilizer to strap on outside her Levi's, a pair of crutches she probably won't even need, and a prescription for codeine that she probably well.So this whole hoop-di-doo was a Very Good Thing Indeed, of which I'm trying to remind myself to keep from dwelling on the snow that was still coming down by the barrowful on our way there, and the Interstate traffic that had slowed to under 10 mph at one point, and...
All right, kids, if you don't want to read about us whipping a 360 power spin off of I-88 and into a snowbank, now would be the time to scroll by.
Yes, everyone is fine, car included, but it was scary as all flippin' hell. I was going well under the speed limit at that point, but I tried making a lane change and clipped a slick spot in the process. Next thing I know, Harold the Hoopty Car's front end it heading toward Montreal, the back end is heading toward Pennsylvania, until the whole lot of us headed square into the median, where a whole mess o' snow was waiting for us. It probably looked really cool from the outside. Sadly, we were not outside.
I have regained my love for humanity: no fewer than three passersby pulled over to check on us, two of which were in the opposite-bound lanes. The cops showed up in very short order, followed by a tow truck to winch us out of our own private Siberia. Once they'd managed to untange the hook from our bumper (a process that required a second tow truck to show up), we were on our way again. Slowly. Very, very slowly.
It's still snowing. I'm not driving. Full stop. I think it's now time to go get hammered.
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Date: 2008-02-27 11:19 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-02-27 11:36 pm (UTC)Glad you are all safe!
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Date: 2008-02-27 11:56 pm (UTC)Thinking of you guys.
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Date: 2008-02-28 01:17 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-02-28 01:51 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-02-28 02:19 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-02-28 03:01 am (UTC)I figured I got back too late to call
Date: 2008-02-28 04:01 am (UTC)I'll call another time.
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Date: 2008-02-28 04:26 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-02-28 05:09 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-02-28 05:28 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-02-28 11:42 am (UTC)Glad everything turned out for the best.
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Date: 2008-02-28 02:34 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-02-28 08:04 pm (UTC)AT THE I-88 SPEEDWAY
MONSTER HOOPTY SPINNING SNOWBANK-IMPACTING
RODEO RODEO RODEO!
Professional driver on closed course. Do not try this at home. Void where prohibited by law. Contents are packed by weight and may have shifted. Your mileage may vary. At participating locations only. Action figures sold separately. No passes accepted for this engagement. We're Beatrice.