Long day. Long, long, seriously long day. Slept poorly. Awoke with wife complaining of itches. Itches in places there shouldn’t be itches. Then, wife complained of shortness of breath. Wife has asthma and that can happen. A bit concerned, but wife said go to work-so, I went to work.
Went home on prep. period and as I turned corner near house, got a text. Wife wrote, “going to E.R. Having tough time breathing.” Panic. Full blown. Stepped on accelerator, which only matters so much as it’s got 103 horsepower. Still, one does what one can.
Home, through door, wife upstairs crying. “Why crying?” “cuz I can’t get air. It feels weird, it’s not the usual.”
Hmmm. Itch. Shortness of breath. “K. Get dressed, let’s go…”
Phonecall to allergist. Dr. Gianos. Great person, Dr. G. Friendly, pretty, good person. Helped wife a lot in past few years. Maybe she’ll help now. Dr. G. says bring her straight in. If she needs E.R., she’ll get her there. “OK. On our way.”
Distract wife with talk of child. Bad idea. Child being bad. Child being defiant. Child being willful and even mean. Child being…well…..a child.
K. Change subject. “Teaching narrative analysis today and how to sustain a written argument.”
I know. But I didn’t have a lot of options at that point.
Wife laughed. Then wife cried.
Upstairs–no elevator. Allergist who treats asthma patients on second floor. Always wondered about that.
Seen pretty quickly. Wife having severe allergic reaction to arthritis med recently prescribed. Other doc who prescribed should have known. Wonder why doc didn’t know? Doc knew about asthma. Doc knew about allergies. Doc knew this med. causes allergic reactions in 20 percent of patients who suffer asthma. Doc forgot? Sure. It happens. Mad at Doc? Not yet. Wife damaged? Wife….permanently damaged? Then I’d be mad at Doc. Wife O.K. Doc off the hook.
Teaching. Hot. Overwhelmingly hot. Too many papers to grade. Too many pages to cover. Incompetent counselor visits classroom 6th period. Nice lady. Dumb as a rock. That happens, too, I guess.
Home–four interviews to accomplish. One interview with candidate for municipal water district. “Why running?” “Cuz, I want to know more about the process of water and how it works.” What I don’t say: “Shouldn’t you know something about the process before you get elected to a position in which you’re expected to…you know….run the process?” But like I said, I don’t say that. Hang up phone. Laugh a bit and shake head.
Come downstairs and get ready to go to Happy Hour with boys, er…men. We go to Happy hour. It is good. Beer is good. Beer with friends is very good. Beer with friends at Ladyface pub is good.
Leave pub and drive home. Blue orange sky fading to night. Big, puffy cumulus clouds reach into the heavens and streaks of lightning flash through them into mountains. Orange glow of sunset over ocean as I drive out over the hill toward home. Blue orange sky, fading distant lights, streaks of lightning painting mountain west skies. And that too is good.
And day is now over.