It's been 20 years since I posted anything. Wow! Time really flies when you get lost in the world of work and life. To be quite honest, not much has changed in the last decade except for my waist size. My biscuit can officially popped open in 2012 after my first back surgery. I have the dough bulging out everywhere now, but I digress. (Yes, that was a nod to Golden Girls).
2021 ended in the worst way for most of us. The loss of Betty White is still coursing through our veins and the pain is real. I never realized how much that lady was a part of my life! I vowed to make 2022 better, it couldn't get much worse right? Let's just run through a few of the shitty things that happened in 2021 before moving on.
1. I had to have a caudal epidural for the back again.
2. I started a part time job at Starbucks because I though I was still 30. I wasn't.
3. A spider tried to eat my eye.
4. Robby had a heart attack.
5. In spite of being vaccinated, I caught a breakthrough case of COVID-19.
That's just the top 5 moments. Brilliant, right?
Looking forward I couldn't wait for the New Year. I was primed and convinced that it would be smooth sailing for awhile. Little did I know, Robby would have an incident around 1am on January 2nd. I thought, and so did he, it was another heart attack. I called 911 after fighting with him and telling him he couldn't die in our bed because I couldn't afford a new one.
The ambulance arrived and checked him out. They decided to transport him to the hospital. One catch, we had to go to Columbia which was about an hour away. There wasn't a Cardiologist on-call in Mexico. Note to the people in my town: Plan your chest pains. Did I mention that the weather dropped almost 2 inches of ice on us that day?
I went to start my car and of course the doors were frozen shut. I cut my thumb on the handle trying to muscle my way into it. Once I realized I was injured I decided to pour water on the car doors to be able to get inside. It worked! I started the car and had to let it warm up. There was so much ice on it that it took an hour to make enough progress to scrape it. Of course, I didn't have a scraper so I improvised. I used my Pioneer Woman wooden spatula. It broke but I was able to scrape enough ice to be able to start the journey.
Two hours later I made it to Columbia to pick Robby up. Turns out, he had a gallbladder attack instead of a heart attack. That was good news but now I had to drive back home with him slamming his imaginary brake pedal every 200 yards.
I got him home and we both thought it was a good idea to get some sleep. I spent the next 2 days trying to get my sleep pattern right again. I am still working on this issue.
Lesson for 2022: We are old and falling apart.
