A Drive From Hell
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I have a new clinic that is located in a school that specializes in teaching kids on or off the spectrum. It caters to their way of learning aka their learning style. I was honored to be asked to be a part of this fabulous school and it has been awesome.
It is across town from me and takes about 30 minutes or more depending on what is going on with our perpetually constructed on roads. Well, today the drive there was hellish and I felt like I was being punked again because of the sheer ridiculousness of the various situations that I found myself in.
For example, pulling out of my driveway, I discovered that I only had 25 more miles until empty with no time to stop by a gas station. Crap! Pulling out onto the road to start my journey across town, a lovely person who obviously has depth-perception issues pulls out in front of me, as I was going 40, and decides to go negative 12 all the way down the road to the main road that I had to hook up with. Fantastic!
Once on this bigger road, a man who has a home but wanders the streets as if he doesn’t have one and weighs about 60 pounds and has to hold his pants up, is standing on the side of the road swaying like he might either dart or fall into the very busy road. I see him all the time, have even talked to him, but he mostly keeps to himself. People try to take care of him all the time but he’s kinda funny about this. It scared the heck out of me. I pray for him a lot, bless him.
In a brain fart move, I decide to take this main road all of the way to my other clinic thinking that the 2-year construction is nearly finished and surely I can pass through without delay, I usually take the back roads because of the constant delays. Ha! As I come up over the hill, I spy a cop car in the left lane and everyone is getting over into the right lane. Once I get a little closer, I realize that the cop car is in the left turning lane and everyone is now moving back over to the left lane. Crap! After everyone merges back and forth, we come upon the ‘clog’ in the road and it’s some woman with her hazards on who appears to have tipped her groceries over in the back seat and is adjusting them because we all have time for her OCD this morning on the way to work. Ugh!
I get passed OCD grocery lady and as I look up I see an enormous puddle, runoff from something that they are working on with the overpass, and observe a tidal wave crashing over a car from the truck that has hit it full on. Shit, I am in the same position and I’m about to get myself ‘drowned.’ As I prepare to be drowned, I hear myself scream a little as I lose sight out the front windshield and quickly turn on the windshield wipers to salvage some sort of vision so as not to hit anyone. Wonderful!
So now I’ve become quite stabby. I have little gas, got behind a dead person driver, have had to pray that the swaying skinny man doesn’t fall into the road, OCD grocery lady’s need to stop, drop, and fix her groceries, and now I have been drowned. What else?
I should know better than to ask this stupid stupid question . . .
I finally bust out of the construction sight praying for better traffic conditions but no, they continue.
I approach my last turn to get to my clinic and get behind another dead person driver going negative 5. I’m about to lose it!
I skirt around him and as I do so, a drunk person is trying to cross the street. I nearly take them out but they seem so drunk they don’t even notice. Scary!
As I make my way up the hill that will crest where my turn into my clinic location will be, a dooly gets in front of me with so much smoke coming out of the tailpipe and diesel, which stinks to hell, I develop an instant headache and oh, yes, they are dead too as they are going negative 3.
By some miracle from God, I make it to work on time but at this point, I am stabby, have a headache, and would like to never have to drive again. As I pull into my parking space, I get out and observe that my red car is now a light brown from the drowning. Evidently, there was mud mixed in with the water. Great!
As I grab my stuff, I stagger into this sweet school that I am apart of and as I open the door, my first OT kid greets me with a huge smile and says, “Hi, Ms. Sharon! You ready for me?”
All of my stabby, as well as my headache, fade away and I thank God at that moment for the beauty of the children I work with and also thank God for having the greatest job in the world.
Life is a funny thing, ain’t it?
Love y’all!! 
