It's that time of the year again, time to hope and pray for patience and wish I had some sedatives to stay calm. Signs that that time has come again?
1.)The mobile police stations are out (we have these little trailers that the police dept parks and uses as stations).
2.)the stupid metal barricades are in the middle of the streets
3.) we now have RVs and tents set up in parking lots along the main roads.
4.)There's a large influx of tourists camping out in the middle of town and the hotels are full to max capacity
5.) Everybody Locals and Tourists alike are all wearing stupid jester hats and lots of gold, green and purple. and the plastic beads are crazy.
6.)the drunks good lord the drunks are all over the place. Everyone starts partying early
Now what time of the year could it possibly be you wonder? The opening parade of mardis gras. Grant me patience not to kill, maim or just plain go crazy on someone for the next week and a half.!? Here in louisiana Mardis gras is a big thing, and in lafayette where I live we have like the 3rd biggest mardis gras, which has gotten bigger because of the year all the hurricanes hit. that particular year there was so much damage in new orleans and baton rouge that more people mardi gras'd here and some still come back and some people never moved back to new orleans. For the next week and a half the phrase "lassaiz le bon temp roulier" (translates as "let the good times roll") is never more true.
And to top it off 2 years ago apparently I almost died. mardis gras day my boyfriend of the time (who broke up with me the weekend before thanksgiving last year) took me to the hospital to get an IV because I hadnt held down any fluids in 3 days , we didnt actually expect the doctors to be able to do anything else do to the fact none of the other times I'd gone to the hospital for that pain they had no clue. Turns out my gal bladder had completely failed, just cramped up and couldnt do anything and thats why I kept vomiting. when they ultra sounded me I had an almost solid mass of stone (20 years worth of unpassed gall stones that they couldnt diagnose) and what was stones was fluid (mostly puss apparently) Doctor said If I'd waited 24 more hours I would have died and that they hoped they could get it out without busting it, was very inflamed. It was bad enough that even though though the surgery was usually an out patient type surgery they kept me and extra day ( I spent a total of 2 nights and 2 1/2 days in the hospital cause they were worried about the fact my white blood count was very high.) So this time of the year I get a little morose and thinking about my mortality and a little depressed (I'm prone to depression anyway) and single. Bah I really need patience to get me through this.
Now that I've ranted and raved I'm gonna sort the lovely new batch of legos I just got from ebay