Snow...and idiot awards

It snowed in earnest here last night, necessitating that I stay 2.5 hours beyond the end of my shift. Really I should be sleeping, not blogging. Our night was steady but not crazy. The morning, on the other hand, was turning into a CRAZY day. I'm glad I left when I did. I'd just admitted a female dog with a urinary obstruction, an older dog with abdominal pain and free abdominal fluid, and euthanized a laterally recumbent, severely hypoglycemic cat. There were 3 or 4 patients waiting to be seen by the day doctor when I evacuated.

There was about 4 inches of snow on the windshield of my car, so I turned it on to warm it up. I also flipped on the windshield wipers, not thinking anything of it. I came back out about 15 minutes later to find the windshield wipers not moving. When I got in the car, the overwhelming smell of burning plastic/melting car parts almost made me vomit. It was then that I realized that I'd burned the motor out on my windshield wipers.

I win the idiot award for the week - as in retrospect, DUH!!!!!

It's a Mercedes SUV (my freebie, hand-me-down), and I love that car...but fixing anything costs a fortune! Plus, it's the day after Christmas, it's Sunday, and it's snowing. There is no way in Hades it's getting fixed by a mechanic. Luckily, my husband is quite talented with automobile repair. The Mercedes always presents a special challenge, but I'm confident in his capabilities.

Here's hoping desperately, as we are supposed to leave and go home for Christmas with the families tomorrow. We likely can't make the drive without windshield wipers...(although there are other options - rent a car, fly, etc).

On a brighter note, my wonderful husband surprised me at work last night. He brought me a roasted and stuffed duck (he made himself), homemade mashed potatoes, dressing, gravy, broccoli, hot rolls, and sweet tea. He also brought me a few, smaller presents. How wonderful is that? I didn't even feel sad to be working on Christmas.

Ok, to bed with my tired self.