I have two big toes. This, I assume, is the normal way of things and that most people have the same–except for those who apparently should never have been given a ax or chainsaw. Now this wouldn’t mean much except for the fact that both have ingrown toenails, the left one being the worst. In fact, it’s so bad that it inspires visions of a pretty female podiatrist holding a stainless steel clad, high pressure type hypodermic with a huge needle filled with industrial strength Novocain. Not the kind of ingrown nail that a 5 minute session in the bathroom with a pair of nail clippers will take care of.
So, like the last time this happened (about two years ago), it was time to head down to the VA medical center and see that pretty podiatrist with her nasty old hypodermic and various, shiny metal tools of big toenail destruction. At least, that was the plan.
I had the appointment made two weeks ago, one week out I started a regime of antibiotics in order to curtail any infection that might have set into that left toe of mine and yesterday morning, I was ready. Just a leisurely two hour ride south to the medical center so to make my 2:40 PM appointment. Unfortunately, I was going to be racing a major snow/sleet/ice/rain storm on my way back but all weather reports looked like I’d be at least an hour ahead of it.
My old Jeep Liberty had other ideas about this apparently.
Just inside 30 miles down the highway the engine light came on followed by the engine deciding to run on one cylinder…then 3…then all kicked in for awhile just for good measure then back to one again. And, of course, I had just passed the last exit before the long climb up the mountain as well as the last highway crossover.
Oh well, I just threw on my hazards and backed up a quarter mile and used the crossover to point myself and my sick Jeep the other way.
Thankfully, the engine never quit although it felt like the cylinders, which had been dancing in harmony with one another for years now, were in a heated argument as to which one should be firing and in what sequence. Makes me wonder…did they suddenly forget?
Despite the mechanical arguments going on under the hood, the old girl made it back home and then up to my mechanic that evening as if making it back home after breaking down wasn’t quite enough. Little show off.
Turns out that little breakdown may have just prevented me from having to drive back in that “winter weather event” as they’re called now. Perhaps the storm would have arrived early or maybe I would have gotten out later than I expected into the “wet and heavy”. Who knows? Either way, my days of driving long distances in snow storms (I’ve clocked several hundred hours over the years I’m sure) are not quite as enjoyable as they used to be, if you catch my drift. Someone or some thing looking over my shoulder, perhaps?
By the way, my appointment had been rescheduled for December 13th–which happens to land on a Friday. You don’t think this means anything…do you?