Although Central New York is very snowy in winter, we are fortunate that, for the most part, we are spared the bitterly cold temperatures that some of you guys deal with in January.
Well, spared for the most part.
Every winter we get at least a week where the daily high never gets above ten degrees and the lows are so brutal, my hand sticks to the storm door handle when I let the dog out.
And we’re having that kind of cold right now.
It’s so freaking cold outside, even my dog who loves romping in the snow hesitates at the door and gives me that, “You’re kidding, right?” kinda look.
For Lupus gals like myself, this cold has another downside.
See, like 30% of those with Lupus, I suffer from Raynaud’s disease.
Because why just have Lupus when you can suffer even more?
Raynaud’s is an unfortunate contraction of blood vessels which, in Lupus patients, is triggered by extreme cold. My hands and feet turn bluish/white and it hurts like a bastard.
Now, ordinarily, I just stay inside with the heat up wearing warm socks and fleece slipper boots with a fleece blanket wrapped around me like a Mexican serape.
But yesterday, I had about 18” of snow to contend with. So, like an idiot, I went out to shovel off the municipal sidewalk and the end of my driveway. The city is cracking down on snow scofflaws. So I didn’t want to get a fine for not clearing. The ass-clenching cold was compounded by a frigid wind. And boy, howdy, did my Raynaud’s kicked into hyperdrive.
I didn’t finish shoveling. I couldn’t. Hell, I could barely walk.
I felt like Dr. McCoy from that episode of Star Trek when he and Spock end up in some prehistoric frozen wasteland.
Whenever I whine about the cold, I try to remind myself that the men of Easy Company held the line at Bastogne for weeks in the dead of winter during the Battle of the Bulge – crouched in freezing foxholes with no cold weather gear and very little supplies. Then I stop whining.
Besides, I am blessed with an amazingly kind neighbor who goes out of his way to help me out ever since the ambulance came to take me to the hospital in December of 2016. He worries about me. And that’s nice.
Yesterday afternoon, once he finished clearing his driveway and front walk with his snowblower, he came over to finish up mine.
Being on Twitter for any length of time can make you question if there are any decent people in the world. But they exist in abundance. And one of them is my neighbor Russ.
Except for my toes feeling like someone drove over them with a steamroller, the Raynaud’s is abating. Though typing is odd because even 24 hours later my fingertips are a wee bit numb.
Yeah, I know. In a few months I’ll be bitching about the heat again.
But this is how much I love my Mom.
The winters in Central New York are incredibly hard because of my Lupus. But this is where my Mom lives, so by golly, I’m staying.
Only until this blistering cold goes away, I’m staying inside.
Keep warm everyone. I’ll leave you something a friend of mine from Florida posted on Facebook today:
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