I am alive and well in the DMV (District of Columbia, Maryland and Virginia) after the dang blizzard of 2016. We received 28 inches of snow and my parking lot is a wreck. Schools have been closed since Thursday of last week. Many secondary streets still haven’t been plowed and I feel like a prisoner. Ugh!
So, after Mr. C instructed me to write a post about what I’m going through, I decided to do so. Here is an excerpt from my journal after only a few hours trapped in the house:
I’m afraid of death. Truth be told I don’t want to die. But, I’m literally having a panic attack with this damn blizzard hitting the east coast. My chest hurts, my head hurts, I have shortness of breath. What the heck is happening to me? The room is getting smaller and the news keeps reporting how you need to stay off the roads because they will become treacherous. Damn, Channel 4 reported that this may be the last storm many of us will see. What if I’m one of them?
I have my munch in the house with me and I think about how I hate being a single parent during this time. What if the power goes out and we freeze to death? What if I’m stuck in the house for days on end? How will I dig us out?
Those and many more thoughts are running through my head. I can’t breathe. My chest hurts and I feel like I’m going to die. Dear God, help me!
As if that isn’t enough I keep getting text messages from random men (men who couldn’t sustain) asking me to be snowed in with them. Are you serious? We’re about to die in a blizzard and you want me to be snowed in with you? I don’t want to spend what could be my last moments in life with someone who couldn’t sustain. Besides, I have munch and if they couldn’t sustain with dating me they sure as hell aren’t ready to meet my munch. Ugh!