I should have known it would be a bad day when, five minutes before I had to leave for work, I look over at the porch and see my supposedly indoor cat outside on the patio. If she is out, then my little feral cat Jamie is also no doubt escaped. I have time for only a quick, futile search of the bushes before I have to go.
Things go downhill from there. I don’t have the plan of care for my second home visit, so I have skip lunch to make a detour to the agency to pick it up. My third visit is scheduled back-to-back with my second, giving me no time to get there, so what could possibly go wrong? Enter car trouble…
I am on the highway when the engine suddenly loses power. It returns just as suddenly after only a second, but now the “Check Engine” light is on.
So, I am in East B.F.E. and I still have two more clients expecting an aide today. I could try to make it to my next visit, but I don’t know if I will lose the engine for good, and the battery on my mobile is almost dead. I have Good Sam, so I decide to pull over where there is a phone I can use to call a tow to my favorite Volvo mechanic, but it will be 24 hours and a $450 air flow sensor before my car is running safely again.
I feel amazingly calm about the whole thing really. It’s always a bummer to have to take my car in, but it could be worse. I will have the car back before I am scheduled to work again, and I have the money to get it fixed (barely). Everyone was understanding about it at work, and I wasn’t beating myself up over the whole series of events. It was one of the best bad days I’ve ever had, actually. Weird.
