We are now nearing the ten day mark and I haven’t really talked about some of the odd things that haven happened lately. I had a lunch meeting with a colleague a few days ago and she said, “It’s my theory that there is such a thing as a ‘wedding cloud’ that encompasses you right before your wedding when weird things start happening, and you can’t really explain them.”
Weird thing #1:
P and I went to Philly about a month ago to help P’s brother shift apartments. After our trip P’s knee started bothering him. He is usually a pretty active guy. He walks to school every day, plays soccer with friends a few nights a week, likes taking our dog out to the park, not to mention we live on the third floor of a building with 12 foot high ceilings, so there are six flights of stairs to get up and down every day with no elevator option. After the Philly trip, he wasn’t his usual active self—and he kept complaining about his knee, and how it almost hurt too much to make it down the stairs and to school. After a few days of limping around, we decided to take him to the doctor’s, who recommended that he get an x-ray. At the end of the week the doctor called and said, “We found something on the x-ray, come in on Monday to talk about it.”
Well, nothing freaks you out more than hearing a doctor say, “We found something, come see us in three days.” So P worried all weekend, afraid to walk anywhere. On Monday he went in and the doctor said he had early signs of arthritis in both of his knees (probably from the years and years of soccer playing), but the immediate pain was from a pulled ligament. There wasn’t too much more he could do but curtail his activity, ice his leg, and rest.
He worked from home a few days, and didn’t leave the house much. For an active guy, that’s tough. He hasn’t played soccer in over a month, which is also really tough. His spirits are a bit lower than normal because of all this—at a time I would hope his spirits would be high with all the wedding prep :(
His knee started to feel a little better about a week ago, and one day he did too much activity, and it set him right back to where he started, so for the next few weeks he’ll be doing a lot of resting and icing, and hopefully he will feel better before the big days.
Weird thing #2:
P’s leg was enough to worry his parents in Nepal, but then a week after before his parents were due to depart, another issue arose. Originally it was decided that P’s aunt, J Phupu, would stay back in Nepal to watch his grandfather who is very agile and able bodied, but also nearly 90. J Phupu came during the last visit in 2008, but it was decided that staying home this time was for the best.
Well—she was in the market near New Road, KTM around June 17th, and tripped on some smushed fruits on the ground, and broke her knee. She called P’s dad and mom who took her to the hospital where she had to have surgery (3 pins put in her knee). P’s parents final week in Nepal was busy running around picking up last minute wedding stuff, attending another relative’s wedding, and helping J Phupu with her surgery, medical information and getting her home and moving around on crutches.
So now the person who was supposed to stay home to keep an eye on the home and P’s grandfather, now needs someone to keep an eye on her.
She is feeling better, but will be on crutches for six weeks. Of course it was terrible that it happened at all, but the timing of it made it all much more of a headache. P said that if his parents were coming for anything other than our own wedding, they probably would have cancelled or at least postponed their trip.
Weird thing #3:
So as if the two leg injuries weren’t enough—
I took off Tuesday and Wednesday from work so that I could organize the apartment and make it looks spic and span for the soon-to-be inlaws’ arrival. I was hoping to do that over the weekend, but I was up until all hours organizing wedding stuff so that most of the details—programs, favors, seating charts, table numbers—were done.
Tuesday morning we decided to start the day off with a few early morning errands, and because of all the stairs in our apartment, we generally try to consolidate tasks so we don’t have to go up and down so many times. This particular morning we decided to bring our dog Sampson out for a walk, then bring him with us in the car over to Staples to pick up the wedding programs we had printed, then we were going to go to a local shoe store to pick up a pair of shoes the doctor recommended for P’s budding arthritis, and then we were going to wash and vaccum our car. Since most of the store visits where quick “in and outs,” with the windows rolled down a bit, we figured Sampson would be fine even though it was sunny and warm.
We walked Sampson, no problem. We went to Staples and picked up the programs, no problem. Next we went to the small “mom and pop” shoe store. No sooner did we walk in the store (literally three minutes later), there was a giant crash outside. A construction crew was paving the small parking lot of the restaurant next door and one of their paving vehicles backed into a telephone pole, which just so happened to have a weak, rotting base, and the whole thing came crashing down within inches of our car. Had we arrived just a few moments later the pole could very well have landed on P getting out of the passenger side door.
The electric wires were draped across the back of the car, and poor Sampson was trapped inside. Since the wires were live, the police and firemen (who arrived within minutes) told us not to touch the car as it might be electrified, but assured us our dog would be fine since the rubber tires were keeping him from being grounded (and zapping him).
We were relieved that we were safe, and the car only had minimum scuffing from the wire (when it could have easily been damaged more by the pole and the light affixed to the pole), and that Sampson was okay inside the car. But as ten minutes turned into half an hour, turned into forty-five minutes we started becoming less relieved and more worried that the strong sun and heat of the day would start cooking our poor pup in the car. I made sure I told the police and firemen right away about our dog, so they knew there was more of an imminent reason to fix the issue quickly. However the electric company took what seemed like forever—about an hour—to arrive on the scene.
Now, my father was an electric lineman for most of my life, and I grew up watching his safety demonstrations with “rocky the raccoon” during state fairs and other events (where a fake raccoon toy, attached to a wooden pole, would get into mischief around live wires and wind up fried to a crisp to warn kids about the dangers of electric lines). I know the real life dangers of live electric wires a little too well—one of my dad’s best friends had both of his arms blown off in a work accident that nearly killed him. But I was also worried about my dog, so I was standing near enough to the car to see him through the window and to make sure that he was okay, and hadn’t started acting funny from the heat. A female police officer had told me to “move away from the car,” but a little while later I got close again to check in on Sampson. The female officer again yelled over to me, and I answered, “I’m just checking in on my dog, I won’t touch anything.” (at that point I wasn’t even that sure she knew there was a reason I was looking in the car).
The officer must have thought I was trying to sass her (which I wasn’t, honestly, I just was giving a reason why I kept checking in), and she got right in my face, pointing fingers and yell/scolding me “Listen ma’am, I’m only going to tell you this once. STEP AWAY FROM THE VEHICLE. If you touch that car and zap yourself you will sue me for not doing my job, so go sit over on the curb with your boyfriend or whoever it is.”
And since I don’t know when to keep my mouth shut I again answered (meekly), “I understand, but my father is a lineman, I won’t touch anything, I’m just keeping eye on my dog. I’m worried about him.”
She barked back, “Go sit on the curb now or I’ll have you arrested for obstructing a scene.”
Now in tears—from stress? From worry? From being picked on unnecessarily by a uniformed officer—I sat down with P, rubbing my eyes and sniffling while we watched the line crew wait around for a bucket truck to come and cut the power. Another fifteen minutes ticked by.
“It’s okay” P reassured me, “Don’t cry. I can see the top of Sammy’s head, he will be fine. They will get the wire off soon.”
After almost an hour and twenty minutes they finally cut the power, took the wire off the car, and we were able to free Sampson. We brought the hot, and scared dog into the shoe store for some air conditioning and water. The police officer came in to lecture me again, saying, “If your dad is a lineman you should know better.” (Thanks ma’am, I bit my tongue to keep myself from saying I didn’t want to talk to her and probably getting a fine or something from sassing an officer.)
The shoe store owner gave P a 20% discount on the shoes for his “troubles,” and we headed home. The rest of the day it was tough to focus on cleaning, and we didn’t get too much accomplished. Luckily Wednesday we woke up early and worked our butts off before driving to the airport to pick up P’s parents.
My mom says “things happen in threes.” I’m hoping that these three things qualify and we don’t have any more odd surprises before next Sat.