11 day turn around

I’ve officially recovered from my New York trip, if you can call it that...
It’s been cold here, which is of course to be expected during the month of January in Minnesota. This past Saturday it got up to about 16F/8C. It felt SO good after the marathon of below zeroes that I found myself outside frolicking with my dog up and down the driveway in jeans and a sweatshirt. I hand washed my car- full well knowing that water freezes at 32F, but it posed no issue as I could simply pull it in to the garage once clean. My car’s been a pain in my rear lately- everything from not wanting to start (I wouldn’t want to start either if my insides were frrrozen!) to letting off foul burning smells, uncontrollably vibrating, and breaking down in the bitter cold… I thought maybe if I cleaned it up a bit it would be nicer to me. Last night it was the pedal that was too heavy, getting me into some serious trouble. I got a DWI. This completed the longest day ever. I woke up at 5 a.m. enabling me to leave work early. Somehow a crick made its way into my neck and wouldn’t let me move, an emergency trip to the chiropractor was my lunchtime. I got a call that my 3 year old niece, Abby was airlifted to Children’s Medical Center while in a different hospital visiting her newest sister, baby Eva- born the previous night. Abby has a terrible heart condition (hypoplastic left heart syndrome) and acquired rotovirus in the last days, bringing her into a convulsions, seizures, and a cold, blue, sugarless, speechless, dehydrated state. Mom and new baby at one hospital, Dad and Abby at another.
I convinced myself that everyone would be fine and continued on to the John Mayer concert.
Now, if I would live in NYC, as its been running around in my head for weeks now, Jameson on the rocks would have been of no worry to me. Instead, I refused a ride from my online date after he offered to let me “stay at his place and he’d bring me to my car in the morning.” I wasn’t having it- we dispersed. I wasn’t about to stay at some yahoo’s place just because he suggested it. About a mile from my exit I got the cherries, pigs and sobriety tests. I’m sure I passed each of the silly little tests, but was told the opposite, cuffed and put in the back of the slippery seats until we reached the station which much reminded me of being held captive in the army warehouse back in the day. My scarf was taken so that I couldn’t hang myself in the cell with 30 ft. ceilings where they let me pee. I smiled in my mugshot and learned about the different kinds of fingerprints. Loops, arches and swirls….I brought a new one to the pack- ying yang, left thumb babySo, as I was saying, this wouldn’t happen to me in New York- or Buenos Aires- or Caracas-Prague-Odessa-anywhere with public transportation. My car is absolutely nothing but trouble. I’m going to have to throw it away. I think I have to move to NYC. The only thing glueing me here is my family. As crappy as I am feeling today about what happened- they make me feel better. I only hope that Abby can feel better too. My problems are nil when in comparison to her. yes, I am recovered