Snow-Pocalypse Blues (part 2)

Never underestimate the bodies ability to hold urine.  Nurses understand this in ways that most of the general population can't.  In the hospital world everyone's demands.... (patients... doctor's... all other medical personnel).... be it however great or small.... take priority over the nurses right 

(that's right!!!!....  Rush Limbaugh....  I called it a right!!!!) 

to pee as frequently as every other person on the planet.

I've spent more than a decade stretching and training my bladder to hold more and more urine.  And I think... in Gods Providence.... it might have been in order to survive a urine crisis such as this.      

I was sitting in my car.... stuck in the snow...  Reeling from the bubble burst of not making it home.  The sun was coming up but sheets of wind and snow were blowing over us keeping the sunlight dim.  There were two cars in front of me.  One beside me.  About thirty or forty lined up behind.... all stuck.  And I still had to go pee.  

I had the heater going strong and for a few minutes I just watched as cars and SUV's arrogantly tried to drive around us... All of them getting trapped in the same snow pile.  Half of them working hard to get themselves free.  Each of them like ants... darting in and out of cars, splitting time between snow shoveling (5 to 10 minutes max without instant frozen death.... -small exaggeration) and sheltering themselves from the frigid wind.

End of hour # 1 on the highway,

Hour #2

I hooked up my I phone to my charger and then began to text my wife... and my boss and friends.  Updates.  Wrecker calls.  Nothing running.... Bad news everywhere.  

I checked Facebook to see what was being said and found a comment from a very cheery wife of a friend.  You know... the type who posts on everything... 

ex.  
-Just cleaned under my toe nails...
-washed my whites..  Now I'm drying them..

Her post was...  
-They're calling it a Snow-Pocalypse... But I say Snow-Topia.  

I put down the Facebook and decided to get out of the car and try and speed up the rescue by helping someone else get free.  I still really had to go pee.

Hour 3

After 10 minutes I returned to my car.  Numb hands.  Wet numb feet.  I updated all my friends via text.  Then took my shoes off and hung my wet socks on the air vent to dry.  I turned my heater up and checked my Facebook again to find this message from the same friends wife...

-"Sitting at home by the fire watching the snow outside and warming my cozy toesies".  

Hour 4      

The first sign of hope came when a miniature monster truck with all terrain wheels showed up like a super hero and began pulling cars from the snow.  

Within 45 minutes I was out and back on the road.  

Less than three minutes later I was stuck again on the right side of the highway.  Large trucks and SUV's passing by like ships and airplanes to a stranded man on an Island.

It was about this time that I began to wonder if I could ditch my car and walk the remaining 2.5 miles to my house.... I started thinking that if I could get to an open store (or maybe a large tree), I could at least shelter myself from the -9 windchill and relieve myself at the same time (#6).

Part 3 to come.