The Long Ride Home

So, I have been feeling under the weather all week (for whatever reason, I manage to catch every germ that daycare has to offer). Ear ache, cough, headache - you name it, I have it.

This morning, I decide to finally go to the doctor. But instead of swinging by in the morning on my way to work, I decide to go into the office and leave around lunchtime - then I could go to the doctor and work from home for the rest of the day.

Around 11:00, it starts to snow. By the time I leave at 12:30, a couple of inches have accumulated. No big deal - we live in upstate NY, we're used to the snow... right?

Two hours later, I finally make it to the doctor's office (typically, a 15-minute trip). In defense of my fellow upstate NYers, the highway was closed due to a non-weather related fatality, snd the roads were very bad.

At this point, I am tired (and hungry, considering the fact that the only thing I had all day was an iced tea) but I decided to see the doctor anyway.

Diagnosis? Some sort of virus. I have a prescription to alleviate some of the symptoms and need to get myself to an emergency room if I feel worse, but that's it.

Amount of time taken for said diagnosis? An hour and a half. Bleh.

I pulled into my driveway at 4:45 today - what a wasted day. Although the snow makes everything look so beautiful.

(On a sidenote, hubby was clearing snow with the snowblower tonight and Harrison and I were watching him from the window, waving. Hubby decided to be funny and pointed the chute toward the house so the snow would hit the window. Instead, Harrison burst into tears. Poor hubby - he felt so bad.)