Ryan was up early this morning, hours before the night gave way and the ominous skies showed themselves. It looks a bit scary out there even though there is no real wind to speak of and the rain looks like a typical all-day one. According to the Weather channel, this is all about to change throughout the day and get considerably worse as Hurricane Sandy plows inland.
I am hoping it doesn’t happen, but there’s a real risk of us losing electrical power. In anticipation, I had Ryan on — and done with — his RT-300 FES cycle before daylight broke. This is one therapy that relies on electricity that I’d rather he not miss. We are fortunate that Ryan is on an “off-cycle” with the Hyperbaric Oxygen Chamber Treatment (HBOT). That thing draws so much power that it literally heats the entire lower-level. I can’t even plug in a vacuum cleaner without tripping the circuit.
I spent the entire morning yesterday breaking down the patio furniture and storing it. It was a sad day indeed, knowing our “patio time” has ended until next spring. In many ways, it’s like putting away Christmas decorations. There’s a certain sadness and I’m convinced this is when “the blues” originated. That’s not to say I won’t get him out there if we get some warm days, but it’s just not the same… liken it to Christmas in July that some car dealerships try. It’s a gimmick.
Almost in defiance, I will not stop grilling, no matter how cold it gets! Take that, winter!
I believe we have everything to last several days without power. It might be a colossal pain in the ass for us, but Ryan will not know the difference. He appears in great physical health and it is comforting to not anticipate an immediate crises on that front. Still, like you all know, that can change in a heartbeat… literally.
To Ryan, nothing will change. Come hell or high water, his schedule will be maintained. With so much since he was attacked, we have no choice. It must be done.
We are shackled to love. Duty is the chain.