Thursday, November 15, 2012

time to make new plans

Since leaving New Orleans after Katrina, I've not kept it secret that I, some day, would like to move back. I understand that it's not reasonable to think we'll do that while the kids are young because nothing sounds more torturous than hurricane evacuations with two small kids, but I kind of assumed maybe we would retire there? Don't ask for specifics of my plan, I really haven't given it much thought.

I was back in New Orleans last week for a gathering of women (essentially a girls' weekend away with 60 people. Which, yes 60 people is a lot of people for me to scare into not liking me but I was up to the task) and I ended up getting super sick. It was definitely allergies and I definitely felt like death was chasing me around the Quarter asking to see my boobs in exchange for a few more minutes of life. Eventually I went to a CVS where I handed the pharmacist my license and said "I don't know what I want but you'll need this for whatever you're about to sell me." I walked out with Mucinex-D, a neti pot, some Benadryll, and Fritos. Unrelated to the story, the pharmacist told me the Mucinex-D was non drowsy so I took a dose before the Friday night party. I then spent that party sitting in a leather chair trying not to drool on myself.

I spent most of the weekend drugged to the point where I thought even having one beer would win me a ride in an ambulance and a pumped stomach but I never once got any relief from the congestion. I slept a total of maybe 6 hours over three nights because when I laid down the pressure built up and I didn't want my face to blow off. By Sunday morning I was texting a friend "I hate everything" because I just honestly did. I wanted to go back to Austin where I still suffer from allergy issues but at least drugs keep everything in check.

I think this trip has really made me reconsider my plans to move us back and now I'm a little sad panda about it. I'm one of those people that abandoned the city when it needed people the most but at least I could justify it in my mind with the thought of "some day I'll be back!" But now? I don't think I can do it. I can't move somewhere knowing how sick I'll be on a daily basis. It hurts my heart to accept it, but I don't think New Orleans is in the cards for us anymore. And it's not that I think the city is awaiting our return with a parade all queued up and Drew Brees waiting to hug us, but ugh, it stills hurts.

So there you have it, I went away for a fun girls' weekend and had my future plans crushed. Wheee, I'm super fun! You totally want to invite me to parties, I'm not at all a Debbie Downer.

(I am, however, very nice. Ask anyone that was part of that weekend, they'll all tell you. I'm totally fucking nice.)

11 comments:

  1. You are one of my favorites, because you're so nice, but even if you weren't. I just love you. I will drink Bloody Marys any day you need, just to give you a piece of okra. (That sounded like a country song! Someone call a famous country artist!)

    XO

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  2. The Sparkling Regan didn't really help matters, either.

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  3. oh please. you'd get used to it. what you needed was some 4-way. you shoulda called me. :P

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  4. Sorry to hear you were so sick on your weekend home. Have you tried allergy shots?

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  5. Had you not been back for a several-days trip since Katrina? Or was it the season/time of year that got you this time? Either way, BOO. So sorry to hear you felt like crap all weekend. (I certainly didn't detect it!)

    Austin makes me fuzzy in the head like that and my dad too, but even a steady cocktail of drugs doesn't keep it fully under control. It's so frustrating to have something like stupid POLLEN or MOLD ruin an entire city/region.

    Hope to see you soon!

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  6. You ARE fucking nice. And fun. I'd love to shit talk public transportation and be full on snobbish with you again sometime.

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  7. Well, YOU are nice, but my web browser is trying to tell me this is a malicious site. So...uh-oh. I seem to remember you having this issue already though (maybe I heard it on twitter), so maybe you know all about it?

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  8. You saved my life with the singulair and also you were the best running leader. I am glad I got to hang with you.

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  9. I just want you to keep in mind the possibility that it was all a delayed allergic reaction to Hello Sushi.

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  10. I went through this a couple of years ago. One of the hardest things I had to do was admit that Minneapolis was the right place for me and that I wasn't moving back home anytime soon (if ever).

    My survivor's guilt faded-it really does get better. I hope it gets better for you!

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  11. I wanted to feel terrible about how very sick you were feeling. Except you were also such a dick.

    (I HOPE THAT IS AN OBVIOUS JOKE.)(I need more Sparkling Regans.)

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