Last week I went on an adventure with Greg to West Seattle. He had to pick something up from a building supply place and then take it to a Starbucks store and fix the problem. Greg ‘moonlights’ as a contractor for Starbucks and does random cleaning and light maintenance of several stores around the greater Seattle area – when he’s not doing a wedding or a funeral.
It was going to be just a routine ride – I was only along so he’d have some company. We didn’t think we’d run into any traffic because we were going well before normal rush hour – and stayed off the main heavy traffic places. It was going to be a pleasant – wonderful ride.
I had a headache. Not a very bad one – not like the ones I used to get when I had those headaches. By those – I mean the ultimate ‘Granddaddy’ of all headaches – and I wrote an article on what mine are like – here it is: “My Fear Button”. This was not one of those. Just a little nagging thing – hurting above my right eyebrow – but not bad enough to keep me home.
We came to the first place to pick up what Greg needed to get – a building supply place. He was gone for several minutes and my head really starting to hurt. He got what he needed and we headed down the road – but as we continued along we soon found ourselves in some wicked traffic. We had even taken an alternate route – knowing that one freeway had heavy construction on it. It didn’t seem to matter – everyone in the city was taking our little ‘short cut’ to another way around it.
Soon I knew that this was no ordinary headache. I was starting to feel sick to my stomach too. This was bad. Very bad. I was soon envisioning another episode in the truck – involving a ‘hurling’ and my husband being humiliated. I asked if we had a bucket in the truck – and Greg (by now was a little panicky) quickly looked around and said – “No! No bucket – you will just have to wait” Easy for him to say. I remembered that my “Cindy Box” was in the truck – (those of you who follow my blog know about my ‘box’ – those who do not – can click on “Cindy Box” and read up on it). Of course it was filled with all my necessary products – I need them. No ‘male’ operated truck that carries a ‘female’ should be without these products – it’s really easier on the relationship and marriage. I said, “Greg – can you reach my “Cindy Box”?” I saw his eyes grow large with alarm as he said, “It’s full – you can’t use that!”
It reminded me of when Bill Cosby’s wife was going into labor and she started to have painful contractions in the car and Bill said, “No dear – WAIT!!! I’ll pull over – not in the car dear – NOT IN THE FERRARI!”
It wasn’t very funny at the time – especially when Greg told me I’d have to hang on until the next exit. I’m like, “It doesn’t work that way Greg!” But hang on I did – and when we finally got off the freeway – I was white as a sheet working very hard to think about ‘puppies’ and ‘snowflakes’ and ‘teddy bears’ – anything but food and throwing up!! Greg pulled up next to an office building and quickly jumped out – scooped up my ‘box’ and emptied it so I would have a container for the rest of the ride. Smart man. He knows too well that I have used a container and I probably will again. After getting out and getting some fresh air – I felt well enough to jump back in for the rest of the painfully slow ride to the Starbucks.
After arriving – a hot cup of coffee (caffeine is very good for headaches) and time out of the vehicle really felt good! I was not headache free – but at least it was manageable. I have found that my headaches and stomach aches run together – almost indistinguishable at times. Once the pain has gone on too long in the head – the stomach reacts. It’s a given.
Well I’m thankful to report – I did not have to disgrace my “Cindy Box” in any way – and humiliate my sensitive and easily embarrassed sweet husband. The ‘items’ of necessity are all safety back in place – and I was told today that the ‘bucket’ is back in the truck. Hmmmm. I wonder why?
Take care and God Bless