In 1 1/2 hours I will leave the house. Raseny and I will brave the icy roads in her little car, and we will make our way, slowly but surely (and hopefully safely), to St. Vincent Hospital. There I will wait in the emergency room to get admitted. Then I will wait to go on dialysis, and then I will wait for dialysis to be over. I may sleep a little bit.
After that I either directly leave from there to the hotel I'm staying at tonight, or I wait for Raseny to get off work to pick me up and take me to the hotel. There I may hang out with Trent for a while, but eventually I will sleep. Early tomorrow morning I will take a shuttle to the airport. I will try and get there around 9 or 10 am. My flight leaves at 2, but I hear things are a fucking zoo at PDX so I'm going to get there early. There I will wait, and hopefully I will board a plane on which I will wait 2 1/2 hours for it to land. After that, I am on vacation.
This is a plan. It's a good plan. The best laid plans of men something, something... I don't know how all that goes. All I know is that I leave this warm cozy apartment for 30+ hours of hassle, stress, rushing, dialysis, worry, worry, worry, and maybe some sleep. If things go according to plan I will not be back here for 10 days. 10 days of friends, family, food, and a warm, beautiful body to wake up next to every day, and go to sleep with every night... er, morning. Her hours are weird because she works nights, so day and night get a little confused. I'm sure you understand.
I want to sit and enjoy the time that's left here; this calm and relaxed space that will so soon disappear. Unfortunately there is still packing to do, preparations to make, and a meal to cook. The storm is coming, and I cannot rest.
After that I either directly leave from there to the hotel I'm staying at tonight, or I wait for Raseny to get off work to pick me up and take me to the hotel. There I may hang out with Trent for a while, but eventually I will sleep. Early tomorrow morning I will take a shuttle to the airport. I will try and get there around 9 or 10 am. My flight leaves at 2, but I hear things are a fucking zoo at PDX so I'm going to get there early. There I will wait, and hopefully I will board a plane on which I will wait 2 1/2 hours for it to land. After that, I am on vacation.
This is a plan. It's a good plan. The best laid plans of men something, something... I don't know how all that goes. All I know is that I leave this warm cozy apartment for 30+ hours of hassle, stress, rushing, dialysis, worry, worry, worry, and maybe some sleep. If things go according to plan I will not be back here for 10 days. 10 days of friends, family, food, and a warm, beautiful body to wake up next to every day, and go to sleep with every night... er, morning. Her hours are weird because she works nights, so day and night get a little confused. I'm sure you understand.
I want to sit and enjoy the time that's left here; this calm and relaxed space that will so soon disappear. Unfortunately there is still packing to do, preparations to make, and a meal to cook. The storm is coming, and I cannot rest.
d_day:
Good luck and godspeed.
niobe:
Happy Holidays! 