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In the early morning darkness yesterday, with the wind blowing fiercely, mixing ground snow with the on-and-off cloudbursts of new flakes, I set off in the car with Cyndie by my side. I had taken the day off from work to transport her to a day surgery appointment tending to a minor issue with the middle finger of her right hand. I suspect I will be seeing a lot of that finger from her in the days ahead.

Since this day was all about her, I figured that most of the time would consist of restful idleness for me. I hadn’t thoroughly considered what effort it would take to set off in the pre-dawn darkness, through a fresh coating of snow on the roads, down a totally unfamiliar route, to a destination that was over an hour away from us. That drive alone turned out to be pretty exhausting. It didn’t help that we needed to get up so early that I only logged a fraction of my full night’s sleep, waking at the point of deepest slumber.

Since her appointment was early, we were one of the first patients arriving, even getting there before her nurse. As one of the first appointments of the day, they were able to get her ready for the doctor in no time and I wandered off to the family lounge. I leisurely made my way through the newspaper, hoping the reading would lull me to sleep. Before I got through the last section, the doctor arrived to provide a report of what he found. So much for a nap.

I re-joined Cyndie in the prep/recovery station. There had been a chance that they would want to take skin from her arm for a graft on the knuckle, so the anesthesiologist made sure Cyndie’s entire arm had no feeling or function. It turned out they did not need the graft, which was great, but the arm was done for the day. She couldn’t get a finger to even twitch. They supported her sleeping arm in a sling and off we went, in search of some breakfast.

All too soon, I was driving again, this time with Cyndie sound asleep beside me. At least now there was daylight so that I could see where we were going. Travel was still treacherous, with snow blowing across the road in many places. At one point, when the road turned, it was obvious that someone’s car didn’t, and it sat buried in the snow straight ahead. That could easily have been us if it had still been dark.

We arrived home safe and sound, and both fell right to sleep for a nap. When I awoke, it was time again to venture out for a drive to pick up her pain medication at our usual pharmacy which was in the opposite direction from where we had been in the morning. More wind, more snow over the road, and more driving than I have done in one day for a long time.

Just to make a fatiguing day of doing pretty much nothing even more exhausting, there were complications with the prescription I was hoping to pick up. Our usual pharmacy just happened to be having technical difficulties this day. They suggested I try a different pharmacy. Had I known this in advance, we could have chosen one closer to home. I turned around and headed back toward our place and pulled up to the drive-thru window of the second pharmacy.

How many of you can see this coming? They were having difficulty filling the prescription because it looked like the first pharmacy already took care of it. Lovely. It was a tangled mess, but pharmacy #2 made many phone calls and found a way to help us out. My little errand to pick up her prescription took twice as long as it needed to.

Finally, I was driving home again, now into the dark of night, navigating drifted roadways, and already mentally preparing for this morning’s pre-dawn hour-long commute to the day job. I wish I had driverless car technology so I could do it with my eyes closed.

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