Beeeeeeeeeeeeed
16 February 2007 21:06![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
maystoneWe've barely been home for the past two days, but at least Maddie has had all of the diagnostic tests that Dar thinks she'll need. Now we have to wait for the diagnosis.
Yesterday we drove down to Buffalo for her MRI. It's not really all that far away, but thanks to the weather it seemed to take forever to get there and certainly to get home. It was bitterly cold, high winds, blowing snow. It took almost 3 hours to get there and 4 to get home; it's usually about 1 hour 45 minutes. The dirt kicked up from the road coated the windows, making it difficult to see even with the washer going. Plus the floaters in my eye are much more noticeable against a grey sky (such as it was yesterday), and between them and the constant schmutz on the road, I had a horrible time concentrating on the actual road that was out there. Still, compared to what happened once the sun went down, it was a veritable picnic.
As the sun set, the flurries started. My night vision is deteriorating; I'm OK as long as the weather's clear and the roads are reasonably lit. Neither happened last night. The flurries didn't accumulate, but thanks to the wind the snow skirted and swirled along the asphalt; when oncoming lights bounced off it, the road appeared to look like a bed sheet that was being shaken out. It was impossible to see the shoulder or the center line. It didn't help to have some dickwad riding my bumper all the way. He wouldn't pass me, I suspect, because it's easier in that weather to follow a car than be in the lead. Jackass.
The flurries really picked up as we neared our sideroad and then became a total and complete white-out as we turned the corner. I couldn't see a thing. Nothing but snow. There are no houses, no lights - I just inched along and prayed that I was going in a straight line and not off into the ditches that line the road. About a half mile down the houses started; they're set back from the road, but at least the mailboxes helped me to pinpoint where the edge of the road was. It seemed to take forever to make it the one mile to our place. When we finally got inside, I couldn't help but start crying from the stress of it all. One nasty commute, for sure.
Today was long, but at least the weather wasn't an issue, and we made it home before nightfall. The driveway is impassable again because of the deep (high?) snow drifts. Our cars are parked out on the road in hopes that Jeremy and his Magic Tractor will be by first thing in the morning to plow it out. Again. For the third time in a week. Next winter? Snow fencing and a snow blower. And possibly a plow attachment for the lawn tractor. Because this year sucks.
And now it's time to put my whiney self to bed.
Yesterday we drove down to Buffalo for her MRI. It's not really all that far away, but thanks to the weather it seemed to take forever to get there and certainly to get home. It was bitterly cold, high winds, blowing snow. It took almost 3 hours to get there and 4 to get home; it's usually about 1 hour 45 minutes. The dirt kicked up from the road coated the windows, making it difficult to see even with the washer going. Plus the floaters in my eye are much more noticeable against a grey sky (such as it was yesterday), and between them and the constant schmutz on the road, I had a horrible time concentrating on the actual road that was out there. Still, compared to what happened once the sun went down, it was a veritable picnic.
As the sun set, the flurries started. My night vision is deteriorating; I'm OK as long as the weather's clear and the roads are reasonably lit. Neither happened last night. The flurries didn't accumulate, but thanks to the wind the snow skirted and swirled along the asphalt; when oncoming lights bounced off it, the road appeared to look like a bed sheet that was being shaken out. It was impossible to see the shoulder or the center line. It didn't help to have some dickwad riding my bumper all the way. He wouldn't pass me, I suspect, because it's easier in that weather to follow a car than be in the lead. Jackass.
The flurries really picked up as we neared our sideroad and then became a total and complete white-out as we turned the corner. I couldn't see a thing. Nothing but snow. There are no houses, no lights - I just inched along and prayed that I was going in a straight line and not off into the ditches that line the road. About a half mile down the houses started; they're set back from the road, but at least the mailboxes helped me to pinpoint where the edge of the road was. It seemed to take forever to make it the one mile to our place. When we finally got inside, I couldn't help but start crying from the stress of it all. One nasty commute, for sure.
Today was long, but at least the weather wasn't an issue, and we made it home before nightfall. The driveway is impassable again because of the deep (high?) snow drifts. Our cars are parked out on the road in hopes that Jeremy and his Magic Tractor will be by first thing in the morning to plow it out. Again. For the third time in a week. Next winter? Snow fencing and a snow blower. And possibly a plow attachment for the lawn tractor. Because this year sucks.
And now it's time to put my whiney self to bed.
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2007-02-17 03:44 (UTC)Sleep well, you earned it!
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2007-02-17 13:32 (UTC)Not so much with the sleeping last night. More with the leg cramping and up-and-downiness. But there's always tonight!
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2007-02-17 05:32 (UTC)You and I had a similar ending to our days yesterday, then. Not the snow so much, as the just-can't-take-any-more-stress blowout.
*huggles*
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