This morning began with the beagle perched precariously on my chest, trembling uncontrollably, and the sound of a freight train and outdoor deck furniture blowing around. I jumped up and looked out the window, and it was not good. I grabbed shoes and a flashlight, and my last cigarette and my lighter, and moved the couch out of the way so I could get down into the cellar. About that time, the tornado sirens went off, not to mention numerous emergency vehicle sirens all around.
I sat down in the dark basement with no electricity for about 10 minutes, then emerged to a quiet neighborhood, trees down everywhere, and neighbors walking around assessing the damage. It was pretty extensive. The interesting part is that the buildings and vehicles both to the east and west of me recieved lots of damage, and my property looked pretty much untouched, except for the patio furniture all piled against my front door, and my hammock overturned in the backyard. I guess if there is a god, God decided that I'd had enough shit this year and skipped me.
I never have gotten electricity back... so I napped, spent a few hours at the office taking care of some work, and got home with enough daylight left to quickly pack up my feeding tube, bag, equipment, bandages, pj's, book, lotion, and meds and drove over to Scott and Terri's to spend the night.
Tomorrow is the big appt. with Dr. Delcore, and both Heather and Becky are going with me to kick ass and take names. Yippee!!
. . . . Random thoughts about nothing in particular, executed with alternating fits of bitchiness and/or sentimentality.
2 comments:
I was so happy to see that your house didn't have any damage! Yes, you've had enough this year.
How did the appt go?
Are you at least going to come out and witness the spectacle that is our float tomorrow?
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