Well, my ride will be here, soon. I'm off to hospital, to be seen. Unfortunately, I was informed that this infection can prove fatal--only 10% of the time--but it has to be monitored closely, and the slightest adverse symptoms--I was given a list--and, I have to go back to hospital. Bugger. Thank goodness, a neighbour works there, and is being kind enough to offer a ride. She starts at 5pm, so I'll be riding along with her. I suppose I can walk back, save the three bucks in cab fare. I need to save every penny I have, with the loss of a whole day's wages.
Going to be a long night...and a boring one. Is there anyplace more boring than a hospital waiting room? If there is, I've yet to find it.
Ah, well, spending the afternoon resting, and listening to music--the Bridley Brothers, Lemonheads, the La's, Fastball, Proclaimers, stuff like that.
Charlie got out into the hall this afternoon. I went down to see the lady downstairs, to see if I could grab a ride with her, and when I came back in, downstairs--there was big ol' Charile sitting there, looking well-pleased with himself. It was rather amusing, watching him going back upstairs--the little guy is getting just a tad obese, and going up's a bit more of an effort for him, these days. Bit like me, actually..maybe I shouldn't laugh... 
Looks a bit like snow, out there. I guess there's a fifty-fifty chance of it, for the next day or two--probably just a few flurries.
No big storms yet, thankfully, though we're slated for a few inches, maybe, on Sunday--which is nothing to us, in a state where the snow has to get over the 2 foot mark to get even a little notice from us natives. Pretty much, nothing shuts us down, except ice storms. Last winter, during the blizzard that dumped 3 feet on us, in 24 hours, many stores stayed open--yes, northeastern New Yorkers will even run errands in a raging blizzard...just another day, ey? We've got very aggressive snow removal here, and the next day, everything was mostly back to normal.
I've driven 50 miles on our equivilent of A and B roads in raging snow storms, with the road just a completely white blank of snow--(my favourite winter driving game: ("Guess where the road is!"), and visiblity maybe half a foot in front of your bonnet--no probs. Winter driving is no big deal--it's the stopping, I'm not always so good at. 
God, I miss driving. Don't miss the cost of petrol, the flat tyres, the yearly dreaded state safety inspection (usually very costly with my old rust buckets) the dead batteries, the cost of oil changes, getting stuck behind seniors in caravans, and lost tourists from New Jersey...
sweetladyjane
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Perhaps they will admit you. It would seem the likely case. You need to tell them that you don't have a way back home and have no money so they can help you. You have no business walking home when you are this ill.