I drove to Boston this week for a follow up appointment for Aidan. I don’t drive in the city.
Boston traffic is re-routed from the Ted Williams tunnel during rush hour in Boston, July 11, 2006. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Aidan was in Boston for a month when he was born and I never ever drove to see him. I know, I know, I’m a sucky mother. I only went with Garreth on the weekends.
Most of our doctors are in Maine and I made that decision when Aidan was born specifically because I knew I could drive there alone. And yes, with many second opinions we’re confident that he’s received excellent care in Maine.
For all of our recent Boston appointments someone else has driven, but it’s high time for me to get behind the wheel.
Garreth started talking me through directions the night before and I had to tell him to stop. My heart was racing and I felt nauseous. Really. I had to give myself permission to get lost and end up in Cape Cod. I’m nice like that.
[On a side note - I have it on good authority that if you have a fear of flying and you let the flight attendant know, you may get a complimentary glass of wine, you know, to wash down the little pink pills. You're welcome.]
Fortunately my friend Sue decided to play hooky and be my navigator and cheerleader. (If her boss is reading this she had the flu. Really.)
So we chit chatted most of the way down and I was fine. I feel like I did a great job staying calm and talking myself through it until I ended up in the wrong lane.
Cape Cod sounded good to me.
Sue told me to get over into the right lane.
“What about those cars?”
“They’ll either let you in or get hit.”
“THAT’S THE PLAN?? OMG WE’RE ALL GONNA DIE!!!”
They let me in.
On the way home I had to turn left.
Sue said, “As soon as the light turns green, gun it.”
“Gun it?? I’m driving a mini-van!”
I did NOT gun it. I sat in the middle of the intersection for approximately four years until some kind Bostonian took pity on me and my Maine plates and waved me through.
And don’t even get me started on that weird intersection near Fenway. We were approaching and Sue noticed my green arrow was about to go away.
“Who has the right of way and which cars are coming at me and why isn’t straight really straight?”
I have no idea how we made it out alive.
But we did. And I’m thankful. And I really really don’t want to do it again.
P.S. Aidan’s appointment went great. He’s healing well and we bought more time until his back surgery.
P.P.S I’m also really thankful for the man who gave up his handicap parking spot for me today once he saw that I had to abandon Aidan at the door to go get my van. I’m more used to parking hassles than parking gifts.