When I found out Monday that I would be driving back down to Layton to pick Jim up I ran to the grocery store to pick up a couple of things. Mainly, I wanted to make him my infamous homemade chicken noodle soup. I dashed through the store remembering items as they crossed my path. (My recipe isn't written down and is more of whatever fresh herbs sound good to me at the time...). Finished up, gassed up, headed back home, finished the laundry, worked a bit more, and finally crashed about midnight or so.
Tuesday I worked an almost full day, swung down to Layton, loaded up all the oxygen equipment and his suitcases, 'picked up' the hotel room, loaded Jim, gassed up again, and drove the long, long, long way back up to Idaho Falls, around Palisades, through the Snake River Canyon, back through Jackson and finally into Wilson (in an effort not to raise the elevation on the poor man too quickly... that and they quit plowing Teton Pass at 9pm). Got home around midnight, got him showered, medicated, oxygen set up, and tucked into bed by about 1:30am.
Wednesday started at a way too ungodly hour of 7am and was followed by an insane day wherein the main, main boss' wife's assistant quit and one the subisdiary companies managers was replaced by the boss' daughter.... yeah... it's hell around here right now... so when I ran to town to meet my mother for the homeopathic detoxifying bath soak stuff I figured it would be a good time and break. Of course I was almost out of gas (when am I not?). But the gage said I could still go 20 miles. That's at least a trip and a half into town. So then why did it suddenly drop to 8 miles when I pulled into town? No problem I'll just take some extra time to get gas... oh... shit... uhhhh... yeah... I left the office without my purse...
Long story short I barely found my "emergency" checkbook in the super secret hiding place that is so secret even I forgot where to find it... 20 minutes later I'm begging a cashier to let me get just $10 worth of gas with my out-of-town (yeah it had to be my Afton account...) check... (remember I don't have my ID on me either...). Get the gas and run back to the office, check in just to check out and go and check on Waddles. Return and finish out the longest day in history...
5pm comes and I'm just glad to be home. Thinking I'll just get that soup started and then I can put my feet up for 20 minutes. Start shredding chicken... boiling broth... dicing herbs... boiling noodles... F*ck where are the noodles? No seriously, where are the f*cking noodles... yeah... that's right... I bought everything to make chicken noodle soup except for the noodles...
Not to worry, the day was saved by the local over priced grocery store around the corner where one bag of generic egg noodles cost me $2.00.
And in case you're wondering, Jim is starting to do better. He's still on oxygen, not contagious anymore, and his fever hasn't spiked for several days. He's hoping to be back to work by next week, although I highly doubt that... but we'll see. He's getting plenty of rest and lots of homeade soup... so maybe it will do the trick...
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