What a Tangled Web

Someone I know cut their wrist on Saturday.

Now that I have your attention, allow me to explain.
It's been a dark, depressing few days. This morning the temperatures were low for the first time. It was quite warm yesterday and we got our first cold snap this morning.

And rain. Lots of rain.

At work, I entered the restroom and the closet-sized room just seemed darker for some reason. The walls seemed more yellow than white. The worn toilet seat seemed to show more wear than usual. Maybe it was my lack of sleep. Maybe it was the cold and rain. Maybe it's that I-just-don't-want-to-be-at-work-feeling sinking in so deeply.

I've never known why exactly, but for some odd reason, we always seem to make the most of things while sitting in the ER waiting room. Time and time again, we start in with the jokes and the people watching, while still maintaining a sense of concern for the one being treating and all those around us.

People always feel so sorry for the ones without family. I'm not not sure they are so unlucky. You can't choose your family, however if you have none, I'll bet you have a lot less drama in your every day life. I mean this of course, in the most humorous way possible. Although sometimes when I state this, I can be quite serious. My grandmother often joked about running away to Arkansas and just leave everyone behind. My mother jokes about running away to Montana and not leaving a forwarding address.

I'm thinking Canada. No one would think to look for me there. But it wouldn't work out. I've lived in Central Texas all my life and have worked hot jobs for most of my working career. I'm attune to the heat; I prefer to be hot and miserable rather than cold and God-get-me-outta-here-miserable.

Maybe I'll run away somewhere further south. I know a bit of Spanish. I could probably pick up what I need along the way....