Wooly Bear Redux
Walking back to my office. The day is nearly done. It’s clouding over, but still unseasonably mild. A wonderful day to experiment with leaving your jacket behind in the office and walking outside with nothing but your cotton shirt between you and the elements.
My path took me past one of the loading docks. A delivery had been recently made, and the truck recently gone. There on the ground under the dock, amid the sawdust and litter and gravel was an inch-and-a-half of black and red-brown fuzziness. Bigger than January’s wooly bully, and far more vigorous as well. Trucking right along, towards the middle of our foot-ball-field sized parking lot. They don’t pack a lot of brains in that there fuzz.
I gloved up (immunosuppressed, you know, and I don’t know where wooly had been) and cradled him in my hand. He curled up in a tight little ball. Possum. Ostrich. He can’t see me; I can’t see him.
I took him over to the patch of green that I took his compatriot to some weeks ago. It’s greener now, and there were two Canada geese hanging out there like a teenage couple out behind the stadiums after school. I tossed wooly into the thicket, where even prying goosenecks won’t go. A trickling effluent from our water treatment flows by there. The water is warm, and gives up its warmth quickly to the banks on either side. It’s greener there than anywhere else around the building at the moment. Wooly should be safe there when March forgets about coming in like a lamb and takes on its more leonine features.
For a few minutes, the pain didn’t bother me so much.
I hope I didn’t jinx it for you by suggesting that it would be resolved by your appointment time! Hopefully something in your neck will shift and give you some relief.
Alli
Happy Anniversary!!
*sticks tongue out at Tha Mouth*
I really hope you get some relief soon, I know you are just miserable 🙁
I just celebrated (if you wanna call it that!) my 4th anniversary at my current job. And I also have seniority on OUR Mouth.
Sometimes, that doesn’t seem to be quite enough, when you take into consideration the amount of time spent listening to The Mouth. You suppose every office has a Mouth or are we of the lucky few?
I really hope that arm and neck thing gets taken care of soon. Maybe you should go to the ER? They could at least give you a shot of Morphine or something, right?
I cant’t understand why you are not seeing someone earlier…even the local hospital?
You are in pain…not like you to complain, so we know this is bad with a capital B!!
(((((hugs))))
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This almost sounds like labor, increasing bouts of pain punctuated by brief interludes of relief.
Whatever it is, I hope it works its way ALL the way out of your neck, with the doc’s help.
Happy 5th
You and I are the only people I know who take wooley bears to safety *grins*.
Eh, it’s already in the 70’s here, and there’s flowers blooming in a protected nook at the end of the drive, but it sure doesn’t feel like a real spring to a Jersey boy.
I killed a spider the other day. I stepped on it. I didn’t mean to I swear! I just had to confess. I’m gonna go now.
hope today is the day you get relief from that arm pain. getting wooly to a safer area surely will give you good karma payback.