hurricane gustav: or how I learned to stop worrying and pay attention to that nagging little voice..
so here's the deal, we all know I'm madder then a hatter and at least three times as likely to pour hot tea on your crotch but as is, I didn't stay this time. I know initial reaction may be some where around: " gary left? we're all fucked if even he didn't stay!" but this is why. I'm well know for missing obvious things when some one/thing doesn't just come out and state them plainly.
that said I planned on staying, gathered supplies, hunkered down, usual protocol. as a side not I know know for a fact where the crazy comes from. my mother opted to stay as well thinking that staying in the city after the fact was less bothersome to her then leaving and worrying about me(I feel she's wrong and batshit crazy for it.)
anyway, around friday I started feeling... not so great. the term "excruciating pain" comes to mind truth be told. what's my response to what seems to be a kidney punch from nowhere?
ignore it. I've worked through worse. still, for a moment the thought crossed my mind: "perhaps this is a sign to leave" ...which I again ignore. the next day I'm in pain and restless. caged animal restless. so I'm pacing and wincing and ignoring the message.
sunday I almost can't get out of bed. I'm feeling closed in and then I finally go: " well fuck me. something doesn't want me to stay." I make last minute arrangements, pack the valuables, clear the fridge, cut the power, load up the mother figure(on her birthday I might add), and book it to austin to visit the sister figure.
less then half way through the trip, my back hurts less. a lot less. I calmed down almost as soon as we were on the road. apparently you have to punch me repeatedly in the side to get my attention(note, doing so will be hazardous to your health). now about 16 hrs after my first ever evac, pain has almost completely subsided.
this is what I have on all of this:
1.when I left there was still a shit load of wild life(birds squirrels what have you) just wandering about, like you do, not the least bit concerned about fuck all. this gives me confidence that things will not be nearly as bad as they could be or else they would have beat me out of town.
2. katrina, totally calm. gustav, twitchy as fuck. I listen to my instincts. taking into account #1., there must be some unknown reason I wasn't supposed to stay this time(I think it was because the mother shouldn't have stayed personally, but we'll never know.).
3. as I type this the storm should just be making land fall on the coast. I'll know in 12 hrs. if the wild life in my city is all just retarded and we've lost everything.
that said I planned on staying, gathered supplies, hunkered down, usual protocol. as a side not I know know for a fact where the crazy comes from. my mother opted to stay as well thinking that staying in the city after the fact was less bothersome to her then leaving and worrying about me(I feel she's wrong and batshit crazy for it.)
anyway, around friday I started feeling... not so great. the term "excruciating pain" comes to mind truth be told. what's my response to what seems to be a kidney punch from nowhere?
ignore it. I've worked through worse. still, for a moment the thought crossed my mind: "perhaps this is a sign to leave" ...which I again ignore. the next day I'm in pain and restless. caged animal restless. so I'm pacing and wincing and ignoring the message.
sunday I almost can't get out of bed. I'm feeling closed in and then I finally go: " well fuck me. something doesn't want me to stay." I make last minute arrangements, pack the valuables, clear the fridge, cut the power, load up the mother figure(on her birthday I might add), and book it to austin to visit the sister figure.
less then half way through the trip, my back hurts less. a lot less. I calmed down almost as soon as we were on the road. apparently you have to punch me repeatedly in the side to get my attention(note, doing so will be hazardous to your health). now about 16 hrs after my first ever evac, pain has almost completely subsided.
this is what I have on all of this:
1.when I left there was still a shit load of wild life(birds squirrels what have you) just wandering about, like you do, not the least bit concerned about fuck all. this gives me confidence that things will not be nearly as bad as they could be or else they would have beat me out of town.
2. katrina, totally calm. gustav, twitchy as fuck. I listen to my instincts. taking into account #1., there must be some unknown reason I wasn't supposed to stay this time(I think it was because the mother shouldn't have stayed personally, but we'll never know.).
3. as I type this the storm should just be making land fall on the coast. I'll know in 12 hrs. if the wild life in my city is all just retarded and we've lost everything.