Gustav and making 24 and complaints

In what was perhaps the longest labor day weekend of my life, I:

- evacuated Baton Rouge
- sheltered from Gustav back home
- celebrated a cheerful, subdued birthday with my family
- stressed out about my job, my apartment, and my friends, all of whom have been adversely affected by the storm
- picked up a lot of storm debris

My family came through the storm well. The house suffered no damage, only a few trees down in the yard, and – we never lost electrical power – a hurricane first in my lifetime.

As to my room in Baton Rouge, well, I know it has very little to no damage although power is out and may be out for a few more days (weeks?). Hopefully the girls are taking it in stride, as I have no way of knowing since I can’t reach them by phone. I know they are safe, but that is all.

I’m off of work till Monday, which means I’ll have to take vacation or lose wages, neither of which I really want to do. Sitting around here in L-town hasn’t been a blast either, but I’m trying to keep my morale up by reminding myself how lucky I am to have hot food, a shower, gas, and electric lights.

One thing I haven’t mentioned on this blog is that I haven’t been playing any guitar for about a month now because I sort of hurt my hand at work and then practiced too much until I was having some hand pain just sitting around doing nothing. I stopped playing completely for four weeks starting when I went to Chicago (another thing I haven’t blogged about) until now. I tried to play a bit yesterday and guess what? Still painful. I think I may have some kind of tendonitis.

Related to the no-playing issue is my shoulder which I’ve dislocated a few times and which has been hurting recently. I need to go to the doctor to get it checked out, and I have a feeling that it may have something to do with my hand pain as well – like maybe some tendons are messed up or something.

It’s coming up on a year since the awful car crash that messed me up for months this time last year, so I’m not thrilled about having doctor issues popping up right now. Fortunately, these are manageable, treatable problems, pretty small beans in the big picture. But I just needed to complain to the internet about them.

So, despite my birthday, this has been (for me and everyone I know), a really stressful couple of days. My housing situation in power-less BR is unknown, I’m missing wages, I can’t play music (#1 pastime), I’m worried about my friends, and my shoulder hurts!

But I’m safe with my family, I have food, water, shelter, and creature comforts. And I’m 24. Getting off to a rough start this year, but I’m much tougher than a few aches and pains and a hurricane.

PS – Misery loves company. I welcome complaints in the comments below, esp. hurricane related ones.

6 Responses to “Gustav and making 24 and complaints”

  1. Grandmere says:

    Happy Birthday Jon. We dodged the bullet this time so there is something to celebrate. Hopefully the 3 other hurricanes will go elsewhere.

  2. David's Dad says:

    Yes, we had a few shingles ripped off when we returned home from CANADA, but the guy came last night and charged a small fee to nail new ones back up. He also fixed a gutter we had been having trouble with. And I had only TWO WEEKS AGO sawed plywood into window boards, and so you could say GUSTAV is all my fault. The plywood did its job, and the windows were safe. Man, those big sheets are heh-vee.

  3. Jessie says:

    Rick. Of the misery that only Breaux children can understand I will say this: “Where are my sprinklers?!!”

    I’m really glad I got to share your birthday with you. And burpy. And 9 animals.

  4. sarge says:

    a belated happy birthday.

  5. jon says:

    thanks for the birthday wishes!

  6. jon says:

    and for the record, i’m feeling better now – less complaining on this blog, more actual content hopefully.

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