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THE DAY I'VE HAD.
So we had to bring my sister to the doctor. Just for a checkup- nothing serious. But the thing is, the doctor moved their office to a new town.
We're using my mom's GPS to get there. We've known for a while that this thing is conspiring against mankind by giving us perfectly horrible directions and getting us as lost as possible. That, coupled with the fact that a doctor's office does not usually look like a little house...
Okay, look. I love my mom dearly. But a house at the end of a hill doesn't not generally = doctor's office, no matter what your GPS says.
And I told her that while we were still at the top of said hill.
"Uh, ma, that's not the office."
She didn't even say anything, she just drove down the hill and, guess what, couldn't get back up.
Did I mention that we were IN A STRANGER'S DRIVEWAY? Because that just kind of put the icing on the cake.
So we sat there and waited for AAA to come. When they did, the guy said he couldn't pull the car out while everyone was in it, so me, my mom, Autistic brother, Autistic sister and "Normal" brother had to get out of the car in the middle of this building snowstorm and stand under the overhang of these people's garage.
No one was home, thankfully, but they had an alarm that went off whenever we went to close to the garage. Which meant that after a while we just couldn't stand under the overhang anymore and had to deal with the snow.
The thing about Autistic kids, too- especially those as severe as my siblings- is that they're impatient. So my brother tried to run back up the hill to get to the car (which was at this time stuck at the middle of the hill along with the tow-truck) and I had to grab him and hold him still, and then my sister decided that, since she was hungry, she would sit down and eat snow. Which I could do nothing about, because even though she's a year younger than me, she has like five inches and 20+ pounds on me.
So on top of that, the snow was covering ice. The entire damn driveway was iced over. I fell twice- once the first time I got out of the car to try to see how stuck we were, and again when I was heading over to the overhang to begin with- and slid/twisted my knee once. On the second fall, I cracked my knees on the ice and then had to stand there for an hour while this guy tried to get our car out of the snowbank with my knees throbbing. And anyone who reads my journal regularly knows my knees are already so bad that they require corrective surgery- this was obviously a lot less fun due to that fact.
Also, at some point at maybe the 45-minute mark, my Autistic brother started shivering and crying, so I had to give him my jacket. So I was standing there in Crocs and a tee shirt, until my mom grabbed some blankets from the trunk of the car.
And it was about that time that the storm really started, too. But thankfully in about fifteen minutes the guy got our car unstuck and we all piled in and turned the heat all the way up.
Moral of the story: question everything. Even your GPS.
I'm supposed to have a piano lesson, but if you think I'm going to that you're nuts.
And no, my sister never got to her appointment.
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