It was a fine needle biopsy, of just the one lymph node, and no big deal. I am minus two tiny snibbits of tissue and got a yellow left armpit from the betadine scrub and a Band-Aid out of the deal. To be truthful, the stick from the local anesthesia injection was the worst bit and it was no worse than a flu shot.
The weather was uncooperative. We got our snow in the morning, such as there was of it, but the roads were pretty clear and not icy to speak of and at least the drivers I encountered were driving in a safe and sane manner. Usually, snow means Demolition Derby Day in these parts, and I suspect that the worst drivers are the ones that attend our local university — and classes don’t start for another two weeks.
Did not get my “man cowl” finished in time to wear, but I had another one I could use — and did — and was, oh, so grateful for it. The temperature was in the teens, but the wind (10-15 mph/16-24 kph) chill factor vacillated between 6 F (-14.4 C) and 0 F (-17.7 C). I know there are large parts of the country who would be delighted to trade us for our current weather, but I remind them, we don’t get this kind of weather often, and when we do, we simply do not have the infrastructure in place to cope with it. The people here don’t know how to deal with it, drive in it or dress for it — assuming they even have appropriate clothing available. Fortunately, I have lived in more northerly climes and I know how to layer. I had my cowl to pull up over my nose and the hood of my nice warm coat between my ears, nose and the wind-chill, unlike the other two people who joined me in the waiting room. The older woman at least had a hat, a long wool coat and a scarf, but the twenty-something girl had on a short jean jacket and didn’t even have a hat.
I was so very fortunate to find a parking space in the back row of the closest lot to the entrance, so I only had to hike about 60 yards to get inside the building. The footing was pretty stable — the snow had not had time to compact or freeze and I was wearing my “running shoes”/trainers so had good traction. They had already sanded the walkway by the time I got there. I had to hike three times as far inside the building to get to where I needed to go. Because I didn’t take a book or knitting, I had to wait almost 45 minutes before they came and got me. Still, it didn’t take long to do the deed, and I was out of there and driving off by noon.
I did go out of my way to go to another store than the one I’d planned to go to, but it was a bigger store and had a bigger selection of tea, increasing my chances of finding what I wanted — which I did. And it really wasn’t all that far out of my way.
Beetil (my 2015 Toyota Corolla) has an anti-skid braking system which I hadn’t had cause to use before, so I was a bit surprised when it kicked in the first time. Of course, I quickly realized what had happened and adjusted my driving accordingly. Newton’s laws are called “laws” for a reason. . . Break one and you will be punished, summarily and immediately.
I got home right at 12:30 with my two boxes of Tazo Chai. Knowing my mom, I checked my land line — to see I had a message from my mom who had called at 12:27 — so I called her to let her know that I was home safely and hardly the worse for wear. I puttered for a few minutes, then did the sensible thing. I went to bed. I had a good long snooze on my freshly washed (and warm) bed linens. At about 6 pm, I got up and made a sandwich with toast and little bites of chicken nestled in between melted slices of cheddar cheese. Nums! Then I lay in the bed and read for a while (stopped at page 429 of a 1178-page whopper — actually three books in one volume), had another little nap, and finally got up at 11 p.m.
It’s 11 F (-11.6 C) at the moment, but Saturday’s high is forecast to be 40 F (4.44 C), so whatever snow (I doubt we even got an inch all told) is left will be gone by Saturday evening.
Passing this along to show what “thunderstorm” means out here in the flatlands. This is what our infrastructure is designed to cope with.