It was supposed to start snowing around midnight. When I drove to the office at 0645 this morning, there was a white confusion of snow, unsure whether it was to be earthbound or airborne, swirling over the highway. Flurries, they call them. Nothing serious, enough to make the vision hazy and to cause me to slow down and search for the faint sheen that is black ice on the highway.
When I left at 1130 this morning, I scraped an inch of snow off my windows, glad for my new jacket in the bitter cold. The tires on Shinkun don't grip as well as some tires I've had; on a wet or snowy day when I am accelerating from a stop they skip and don't bite. Perhaps it's just the fact that I accelerate hard, but I've never had quite this much trouble. It worries me a bit; I think I might have a car with expensive but less-functional high-speed tires. We'll see. They did well coming home, at least.
The highway on my way home from the office was clear of snow, a black-to-grey ribbon of concrete and asphalt covered with the sheen of many cars melting precipitation. I wore my sunglasses despite the clouded-over sky, as the sunlight that filters into the atmosphere bounces and reflects from every white object it encounters, filling the air with a hazy glare of snow. I have blue-blocker sunglasses; I love their ability to cut glare. It makes it easier to see the signs impending on my vision despite no more than a quarter-mile of visible road, semis and cars (why does nobody turn their headlights on in the snow?) ghosting out of the haze like apparitions in the night. Warning: Bridge may be icy. They keep them up in the summer, a fact which always gives me delight in the 90-degree bake of Indiana's cornfield-shaded heat. I wish for ice then, but today the banners seemed sinister, and I took the wheel in both hands - ten and two, just like they taught me way back in Driver's Ed - and steered carefully. No ice, not yet.
Every patient we saw today told us how bad the roads were, how many accidents there were. It's snowing in March. It's the topic of all the conversation.
She had a moment in her car where she felt funny - dizzy, weak, not-right. She pulled over. She called an ambulance. Her blood pressure on arrival at the hospital was 230/130 and she'd been bleeding into her brain. That was several years ago; she's recovered but her blood pressure is very strange and hard to control. Today it was 220/140 and that's enough with most people to put them in the ER for emergent blood-pressure lowering. We sent her home; if we try to drop it today it may be bottoming out tomorrow. Yesterday, after all, it was normal. She's so very strange in her control.
For diabetics, you keep blood pressure below 135/85.
And now, O Best Beloved, I'm going to do a little reading and enjoy my afternoon off. Consider, if you will, the lilies. They should bloody well be blooming about now.