Post Traumatic Snow Disorder.
I was up at 5:30 this morning, which is about an hour and a half earlier than usual, because I knew Juno had continued to howl overnight.
Even though I was completely exhausted last night, it was difficult to fall asleep because the wind was rattling all the windows, and it sounded like The House on the Hill was going to be blown off its hill.
When I got out of bed this morning and crept to the hallway window, I could see that the driveway was white again, and that there was an enormous pile of snow at the bottom of it from the city snow plow.
It was still dark when I trudged outside, all bundled up, my back sore and muscles aching from all of my previous Juno shoveling.
As I stood out there in frigid temps, staring at the pile of snow that was above my knees, so many angry thoughts ran through my mind.
I was pissed at the snow, at Winter, at Juno, at myself for ever agreeing to move to Maine, at J for leaving me and making snow shoveling a one person job, at The Girl Who Moved Away for not returning my call yesterday and soothing me when I was stressed. The list goes on and on.
It was 7:00 when I finally finished my fourth round of cleaning up after Juno.
I took a long, hot shower, but that didn’t make my body ache any less, or raise my spirits.
After popping a few ibuprofen, I checked my Facebook and saw a post from a friend about another snowstorm expected tomorrow night.
Are you $!@##^&* me?!?!?!?!?!
Just reading that and then confirming it on The Weather Channel site made my PTSD flare up even worse.
I can’t handle another storm.
I’m still exhausted from Juno.
You’re saying I’ve got to get up early Friday and shovel yet again?
And rumor has it that there are two more storms headed this way next week.
Where are we going to put all the snow?
Do we need to start eating it to make room?
If we use the snow to build Snowman, won’t the Snowmen soon outnumber the humans?
With they make us their slaves???
I’m hoping a good night’s sleep will help with the worst of my Post Traumatic Snow Disorder.
I know it’s better not to dwell on what I can’t control, but it’s hard not to think about it when the bad memories of Juno are still so fresh in my mind.
Is anyone else suffering from Post Traumatic Snow disorder? Should we start a support group? Who lives someplace warm and is willing to host these meetings?
I’ll bring some homemade Buffalo Chicken Wing Dip. It’s really good…