Today is March 1. It has been exactly seven months since Cindy passed away. The first day of any month is hard, as it is a glaring reminder, but this was is different because it is also the first day of my new shift at work. I used to work 0600-1430 because that allowed me to avoid rush-hour traffic. My boss knows how much I really hate to drive. Unfortunately, there are a lot of other people who like that shift too and we lack coverage in the afternoon. That is why I have switched to 0830-1700. It’s part of being a “team player,” right?
Let me tell you that my first commute on this new schedule was a HOOT! Traffic was much worse, but still not horrible for the most part. There were a few more city buses to dodge and more cars on the road, but it was still a relaxing drive until I hit the last ten miles.
About ten miles away from work, I hit bumper-to-bumper traffic. Nothing was moving. To make it even more fun, that was the exact moment when my diuretic decided to kick in with a vengeance. Oh why did I drink those two bottles of tea this morning? Why?
I tried to curse the traffic, but my mind was too busy concentrating on keeping my overloaded bladder in check. The sounds which spilled out of my mouth were incomprehensible. They were certainly not part of any known language. If anyone had been in the car to overhear I would simply have claimed that I was praying in tongues.
As I was in the home stretch the radio station I was listening to played a commercial for a local plumbing company. The ad prominently featured the sound of a flushing toilet. I thought I was going to expire right there on the spot! That was pure torture.
I looked at the empty tea bottle in my console and had an improper idea which I quickly dismissed as not sanitary and pretty much impossible considering my size and the fact that I was driving a car.
Finally, I made it to work and hurried into the LBR. I’ve never been so thankful for porcelain fixtures in my natural life.
I’m undecided about this new shift, but I’ll do it for the rest of the week to see how it grows on me.
I hope this little story I shared makes you smile and maybe even chuckle a little bit. Have a great day.
BTW, if you think of it, keep me and Kevin in your thoughts and prayers this coming Saturday (March 5). That’s the day when Cindy and I would have celebrated our 29th wedding anniversary. Thanks.