The Winter Storm of 2009...

So apparently winters in North Carolina are what most people would call mild. Usually 40's-50's with dips way down into the 20's and 30's. Infrequently, it "snows." Meaning a few inches of slushy, non-stick snow. When things get "bad," people panic. Bread, milk, and beer (the essentials I guess?) go flying off the shelves like New Moon posters in Santa's Secret Shoppe in Junior Highs around the country. This last weekend, we had several severe weather warnings for the weekend. The Meteorologists billed it as a disaster, even going so far as to call it "The Winter Storm of 2009." With this sort of reporting, it's no wonder that the storm was all anyone was talking about. People were saying things like, "We're getting snow this weekend", "I'm not going outside that," and "It's getting so bad that we may have to reinact The Lord of the Flies or the Donner Party and what-not." I mean I was worried...

I got off of work around 8PM on Friday, and headed out to a friend's house for a little Christmas socializing. There were about 1-2 inches of slushy snow on the ground, and half of the people cancelled their RSVPs for the party because of it. When I got to the hospital on Saturday morning, this "storm" had people terrified. Doctors, nurses, janitors and anyone else who worked in the hospital were making plans like, "I'm probably going to spend the entire weekend in the hospital," "I should have gone to the store last night to get bread and milk," or "I may have to sell everything I own to buy a gun to shoot myself... it's really my only option."

So when I got off of work on Sunday (after ~30 hours of work), I was terrified about what might await me on the outside. I figured even if all the predictions were overestimations, I was still going to be walking into Santa's front yard. And this is what terribleness awaited me as I walked out of the hospital...


You can imagine how cold I felt...