A New...Opportunity

My car died again. This time, it was more than just slightly inconvenient. Anna and I were on our way to her doctor appointment. The doctor believes she's anemic and found her heart rate was "irregularly irregular;" a new thing. I've been trying not to think about it. He says not to worry, but...come on! He thinks the heart rate is quite possibly caused by the anemia.

So, my poor squirt had to fast for the first time in her life. The best they could do was a 9:45 appt. We had our plans, I had an apple packed, we did school (some of it) early. We were rolling.

For about two seconds. My car dies in front of the house. I freak, but remember Mark told me how to add transmission fluid (I thought it was healed!). I'm feeling grumpy at the moment because I wanted Mark to take us, but he had to go to school. I put some in there, unsure of the amount, but figuring he could deal with it when we were all home. I make it around the corner, and it dies again, in front of an absent neighbor's house. I put some in again, getting transmission fluid all over my hands (not happy). I tell Anna I will aim the car toward home, seeing if it will stay in gear. It immediately fell out of gear, jackknifed in the street. I instruct Anna to pray like mad as we've GOT to get the car out of the street, and back up the hill into our driveway. It works; we do.

I call Mark. He says when he gets home he'll call the auto place and check out the car. We fervently hope it was just EMPTY, and that now there's enough fluid maintaining to get it to town.

So I call the doc's office. They're closed next week, they only do blood draws on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Thus extending Anna's medical issues another week or two or...? And my car is dead.

So what do I want to do? Eat. Here's my opportunity: learn to deal with stress in another way besides eating. But right now, I just feel upset and hungry. I told the doctor's scheduler I'd call her back after I got a hold of Mark. But I don't want to. I just want to be comforted, but instead I need to be an adult, call the doc, and finish Anna's school for the day, and wait for Mark to get home (in an hour?) and deal with this. I must patiently wait. It sucks to be the adult.