Early morning patchy freezing rain. That's the forecast for tomorrow. Oh good. That's just what we need. (If you detect sarcasm in my voice, that's because it's there.)
Yesterday was a perfect day. Today, with a solid sheet of ice on our driveway, street, and sidewalks, perfect doesn't exactly fit the description. There was a point in the the early afternoon when I considered testing the streets for a little run. Then an ambulance carefully travelled by our house. A sledding accident on the hill down the street. Needless to say, I stayed in.
When Heath and Mark weren't outside shoveling the driveway and back patio, they were inside playing Ambulance. Heath was the patient. Broken leg. Race car accident. Going too, too fast. Stella was the nurse. She would give him pain medication, then pop a few herself. I was the ambulance driver/doctor/insurance handler.
Every time we arrived at Presbyterian Downtown/Holden Beach/Huntersville/Other Downtown, Heath would explain that his insurance only worked at this particular hospital if it was a belly issue. So, we would climb back into the ambulance (sofa) and begin again the search for a facility that would take a dear, poor broken leg victim with unusual health insurance stipulations. Broken in five, sometimes six, places. My scarf made for a very useful cast.
It was fun. The first time. Heck, even by our tenth trip to the ER, it still had some charm to it. But the twentieth?
I think I'm going to spend the next few hours fashioning some nails to the bottom of our shoes. We WILL be leaving this house tomorrow.
So creative!
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