I thought having T home this weekend would be a restful and relaxing way to spend a three day weekend. Instead, we got to watch out for a hurricane, deal with chest pains, and solve all the world's problems in a mere 24 hours. Well, we didn't have to solve all the problems, but a few did arise.
The weekend started out fairly relaxing - we went to see the Johnny Cash Show, which was a revue by this guy who sounds just like the original. In fact, the sound was so good that there were times it was hard to decide if he was singing or lip synching (by no means do I think he was not singing - it was just that good). It was really fun and a great show - I highly recommend it.
Sunday brought the fun part - while I am very sorry that the hurricane hit Louisiana, I can't begin to tell you how thankful we are that we didn't have to evacuate or deal with any of it. We evacuated for Rita three years ago (on our anniversary weekend) and got stuck in the fun traffic that comes with evacuations. I decided we should go to SAT - it's the closest city that I am the most familiar with and felt reasonably comfortable driving around. It usually takes 3-3.5 hours to get there and is somewhat boring drive down a flat, straight section of I-10. I check off our usual landmarks and know about how much further it is. We usually drive it in daylight and it's not a bad drive for a fun weekend away. When we evacuated, however, it took us 13 hours to get there and it was bumper to bumper (literally in some places) the whole way. We left our house at 6pm Wed night and pulled off I-10 at 7am the following morning. We were blessed to have cell phone service the whole way and were able to follow each other (because we were among those people who loaded up both cars and contributed to the congestion). We even made it all the way without needing to stop for gas (we needed stop and stretch, but not for gas). In fact, my gas light came on as we pulled off the freeway. It was a long hot weekend, but overall, not nearly as bad as it could have been. In fact, the worst part was mentally preparing myself to not have a home to go back to. That was by far the worst of all of it. This weekend, however, we were blessed to be just far enough west to not have to deal with it. I'm hoping we'll get some rain out of it, but nothing else is supposed to happen. Weather is highly unpredictable, though, so who knows. At least the worst of it has passed. I did all our usual preparations - which T thought were funny and totally useless, but I decided if we lost power, we'd be well stocked! T wants to bubble wrap the house next time, but I'm not sure how you do that.
Sunday evening brought the next round of fun as T came in working in the garage. After a sit in the jet tub, he pitifully cries out my name and tells me his back and chest are hurting. Then, he asks me to rub his shoulder. I didn't realize it was his left shoulder until a few minutes went by. It started connecting everything and asked if we needed to go to the ER. He always seems to time things so that our regular dr. isn't open. He told me no, he's ok but he doesn't feel good. So, we started with the heating pad to see if it was just shoulder muscles being too tight (he sits at a desk all day and his shoulders are usually in knots). That was uncomfortable after a few minutes. Then, he asks if we have any aspirin - I only use ibuprofen, so that's all we had stocked. He took 2 of those and then we used the back massager for a bit. That seemed to help but he said he still hurt. This went all all night with neither of us getting much sleep - him being in pain and me worrying something would happen if I slept. By Monday, he was complaining less but still wasn't happy. So, when he asked if the insurance card I gave him was still good, I asked again if we needed to go to the ER. Of course, we switched insurance plans on Monday (9/1), and I don't have a card yet. He decided not to go but as 7am, I was at CVS getting aspirin. I'm sure I looked like a bag lady in my pjs, ballcap and glasses. By 10, we were both asleep and slept off an on all day. I made him put on my heart rate monitor I use while working out - it went from 00 to 90 to the mid 70s. He checked his own pulse and said it was at 70, which isn't too bad. By last night, he was feeling better and decided he would go to the dr. for a full physical when he gets back to FL. I don't know what all they'll do, but if he experiences anything like this again while I'm around, we're going to the hospital.
Then, we founds out he wasn't selected for another job with the Navy. So, once this one ends in 2 years, I have no idea where he'll be. He's getting closer and closer to retirement, which makes him unhappy, but as you move up the ladder, there are fewer and fewer jobs. I'm still praying about that one.
Other than the minor issues like the anti-virus program eating his entire laptop, the balance of the weekend was fairly uneventful. We did grill steaks for Labor Day, but somehow, it just wasn't very festive. I really didn't want to go to work today since he's still home, but someone has to solve the rest of the world's problems! He leaves again this afternoon and will be gone for another few weeks. He'll be home, though, the night before our anniversary, so that's a good thing. I hate it when he leaves. The whole house is way too quiet and it's very very lonely. I'll be
glad when he's home again.
ps - thanks cjoy for the introduction to blogger-land. I've enjoyed my stay so far!
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Most welcome. :)
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