Thread:OylerD/@comment-26424426-20151018001735/@comment-25989346-20151018235030

Last part (I hope). Friday morning I had to get more bloodwork done in preparation for cataract surgery next Thursday. That went uneventfully, so I decided to hang around at work and erase some of the sick leave I've accumulated. At 2:00 pm I say goodbye to the people at work who all wish me a nice weekend, hope you live through it, kind of farewell. I'm on the interstate (I270) and quickly accelerate 60 mph, so I stay in the slow lane. As I'm approaching the first exit off of I270, I hear a loud flapflapflapFLAPFLAPFLAP and I'm thinking, "great! flat tire!" and pull over to shoulder to check it out. Cars are zooming past, causing the car rock, as I take a stroll around the car - hmmm, no flats, did I run over a zombie? With the help of my cane, I get down on my hands and knees and finally a belly flop to the ground. There hanging on by a few bolts, is a large intricately molded piece of black plastic, obviously intended to keep debris away from that which makes the car go. Ah ha, I think, I'll just rip it the rest of the way off and be on my way. 10 minutes of pushing and pulling and beating it with my cane and no joy. The only thing I got for my efforts was an asthma attack. Thankfully, I had my trusty inhaler! When both my brain and lungs were back under control, I figured that surely there was some garage or service station just around the bend. Eurika! A car dealer! When I finally managed to find the right place, I explained what had happened to the mechanic, who gracefully dropped into a prone position (show off) and told me there wasn't anything dangling anymore. I thanked him for his "quick work" and left for my last appointment. The appointment was uneventful, but when I got in the car and started it up, my ipod, which had stopped working several days before suddenly started playing, followed by a break in the cloud cover, bathing my car in bright daylight. This is all true and I'm hoping this means better things ahead!🐨