It’s been one heck of a day! Week, really. It started with the ice Sunday night. I was supposed to get my hair cut Monday morning, but I called the salon Sunday night to let my hairdresser know I wouldn’t be able to make it because of the ice. I hoped that she’d pick up her messages before she went in Monday morning and she did. Saved us both a lot of slipping and sliding. I spoke to her later and rescheduled for today.
Tuesday night I had a search committee meeting at church. The parking lot had not been cleared or sanded and, with the pouring rain we had Tuesday night, I nearly killed myself getting in to the meeting . . . and back out to the car an hour later. Good thing the temperature went up on Wednesday. The ice melted before the snowstorm hit today.
My haircut was scheduled for 12:30 PM. It started snowing at about 11:30 AM. There was no gradual build-up of the storm with this one. It started snowing at the rate of about an inch per hour and kept that up all day. This would have been the first time my son, who has Asperger’s Syndrome, would have had to drive in snow to get to work. He usually leave for work about 3:20 PM to get there for a 4 PM start. It had taken me almost 25 minutes to drive the 2 miles to the hairdresser’s. I called him about 1 PM from there and told him to get ready for work and leave as soon as possible. The roads were terrible, the traffic was awful and he’s not a great driver in bad weather. I wanted him to have as much time as possible to get there safely, even if that meant having to sit in the break room for a while before it was time to start work.
The hairdresser was working on 2 of us at the same time and I didn’t get home until nearly 3 PM!! The roads were terrible still. He was already gone. I figured he’d be at work soon and safe. Silly me. I didn’t realize it was the “Murphy’s Law” day today. I shoveled the sidewalk (really bad idea, it turns out) and got the mail.
At 3:45 PM, the phone rang. I recognized my son’s cell number on the caller ID and thought, “How nice – he called to let me know he got there safely.” Again, silly me. He was at a mall on the northeast side of Worcester, instead of at work in a town to the southeast of Worcester – about 20 miles off course as the crow flies. How the heck did he get there?!!
Apparently he’d tried to go to work via the highway, instead of the back roads he usually took. But he missed the exit, turned around to go back to it, and ended up heading in the wrong direction. That’s one of the issues my son’s Asperger’s gives him as a challenge. He’s terrible at directions. If there are no problems and he’s on familiar ground, he’s okay. But throw in bad weather and a missed turn, all bets are off. He’ll get lost. He has no innate sense of direction. I’m certain he was very stressed by the heavy traffic in the bad weather, too. Traffic on the highways was down to 5 – 10 mph, meaning it took many times longer for him to get to the point he did.
To make matters worse, when he pulled into the parking lot of the mall to figure out where he was, his car died. He couldn’t get it to start. So he called me.
I gave him the number at work so he could call in and let them know his car had died on the way to work. I told him to let them know he didn’t know how long it was going to take to get help and that they shouldn’t count on him to get there tonight. I told him I would call my husband at work to try to figure out what to do next.
I called my husband and filled him in. I could feel the stress starting to stir up the stress hormones in my body. Since I’ve had fibromyalgia for over 40 years, I knew what that would do. Sure enough, the muscles in my neck and shoulders started tightening. Damn!! I tried to breathe slowly and relax. I tried to work with my husband to come up with some possibilities. I certainly wasn’t going out in the storm. That kind of stress would have really wreaked havoc on my body! It was frustrating that my brain wouldn’t work the way I needed it to.
I recalled that friends we’d made sitting across from them at the Worcester Ice Cats hockey games worked for an auto repair company near where my son was. I got the number online and gave it to my husband. I called my son back to get the specifics of where in the mall parking lot he was parked. I called my husband back and gave him the info. He called the shop and spoke with the employee we know. They are the AAA tow company in that area, so he told my husband to call AAA, since we have that service, and request roadside assistance. Then call him back and let him know so he could watch for the call to dispatch.
My husband called me and filled me in. I called my son and filled him in. He went to the food court to grab a bite to eat before the tow truck would come. He hadn’t eaten yet today.
I had tried to eat. I made myself an early supper after I got home from the hairdresser’s. It was still sitting on the tray table, soup getting cold, as I fielded and made phone calls. It was my first meal of the day, too. At least it would be, once I got to eat it.
My husband called me again. He was trying to get through to AAA before he left work but remembered that you could request road service online. Okay . . . I went on their web site and started the process while he waited on the phone. But I couldn’t get through. I signed off under my screen name and switched to his. I tried again. Still no luck. I finally got to the page that had our account number and read it to my husband. We have a new number and it had 2 digits different. I changed them and started filling out the form — that’s when his called was answered by a human being. “Never mind,” he said. Okay . . .
He got done with them and let me know it was all set. I called my son to let him know. My husband called the shop, then came “flying” home. Good thing it’s only 1.25 miles! He changed his shoes, took the Explorer out of the garage and left to pick up my son.
Time to eat that supper? Nope. The phone rang again. My son this time. They had just picked up his car (5:45 PM) and the mall was closing at 6 PM. I told him my husband would be there as soon as he could get there. As it turned out, he got there just a few minutes after 6 PM.
I finally finished my supper. They got home about 6:30 and headed out to clear snow with shovels and snow blower. I put some water on for hot chocolate.
So now I’m sitting here trying to regain the calm I need to fend off a full-blown fibro flare. I’m regretting trying to be nice to my husband by shoveling the walk. My right shoulder is really getting cranky now. I just put on a Thermacare heat wrap on my shoulder. I’m trying to remember that it isn’t my fault that my son got lost, even though I feel like I pushed him to drive in this weather. His 90 days at his new job isn’t up until Christmas. I really wanted him to be a responsible grown-up. Instead, he showed me that Asperger’s is always there. Just like fibromyalgia. I think I’d better take a muscle relaxant and pain killer. I have to drive my son across the city to get his car so he can get to work tomorrow. If it isn’t going to be ready, I have to take him to work. It isn’t going to be the quiet day I had envisioned. My son really needs a new, reliable car. Need to start working on my prayers on that one.
Would you all do me a favor? If you run across that guy Murphy who made up “Murphy’s Law,” kick him in the shins for me!! I’d do it myself, but it would probably cause the fibromyalgia to flare up even worse!!