Last Saturday the hubs and I drove north to Fredericton for an electrical stimulation demonstration. (TENS machines, etc). It was a great opportunity for us to meet some new people and learn about some new techniques in pain control. Not for him, though, you don’t use those types of products when you have a serious heart condition. For me, with recurring back pain and sarcoidosis, it was worth looking into.
Discussion and demo started at six and ended juuuuust before eight and we had been invited to a friends house for nine. Perfect, time to go have dinner together.
We were both hungry. We had left Saint John just around four and had driven straight to the venue. I must also add that driving along the river in Fredericton is BEAUTIFUL. Truly. I’ll never get tired of how lovely the maritimes are. And I loved that our hour and forty minute drive between two major cities in New Brunswick is so scenic. Not like driving between major cities in Ontario at all. (Sorry-not sorry, Ontario)
Anyway, we don’t actually know Freddy very well so we pulled over and looked in the GPS for nearby restaurants.
Red Lobster. Within minutes! Sure it’s weirdly cliche for maritimers to eat there but, biscuits! Shrimp! Off we went. However, upon reaching the spot where the GPS said it would be, there was nothing. No restaurants of any kind. Nothing that even looked like it was once a restaurant. Disappointed, we checked again. Olive Garden. Six minutes away! I’ve never eaten at an Olive Garden but Shawn has. He immediately got excited by lasagna. I did what I do best while navigating, started a running commentary on every restaurant we passed, which admittedly, wasn’t riveting. There was an Asian fusion place called Ko-To, a Thai place, a McDonald’s. Six minutes later and no Olive Garden. Same situation as with red lobster. We drove around in case the GPS had merely put us in the vicinity of Italian food, or by this time, 8:30, any food but no. Gas station, optometrist, law office, pet smart. No restaurant. No Olive Garden. No lasagna.
We decided to go back to the Thai place. After all, we were due at our friends by nine. And we were very hungry. So, back we went. We parked in the suspiciously empty parking lot and walked to the door. Closed at 8 on Saturdays. Closed at 8??? We were flabbergasted. What restaurant closes at 8 in a weekend? I turned to my beloved. Ko-To it is. We got back in the car and started joking about how the city was conspiring against our hunger. We pulled into the parking lot and the open sign was still on. Another sign pointed us to park in the back. We drove around and parked beside the only other car. Looking behind us, I noticed that the restaurant was located on the street directly in front of a mini mall with a McDonald’s. Ha ha, I thought. No homogenized burgers and fries today.
There was a long ramp on the side of the building that wrapped around to the front door. That’s nice, I remember thinking. Wheelchair friendly. JUST As we reached the top of the ramp, we heard a loud lick click. We rounded the corner in time to see the open sign get turned off.
Because they closed at nine. Because Fredericton did not want us to eat. Laughing softly through our raging hunger pangs, we went back and say in the car. We watched seconds later as a lady came out the back entrance, got into her car (right beside us) and drove out. We watched her drive right around and into the McDonald’s lot behind us. Shrugging, defeated and famished, we followed. Shawn and I ate our Big Macs and loudly rolled our eyes at one another over the terrible conversations by a nearby table of six teenagers. Thn we went to our friends house for a great evening with adults.
That was last Saturday. And three weeks before that we came home from Ontario to my having to deal with a bad case of laryngitis. No voice for four days.
Last Sunday my throat was sore. Monday it was very sore. Tuesday myself and all three teens went to the clinic for sore throats and varying degrees of voice loss (and this is prom/grad week for ash). We were given the once over and prescribed a gargle for our sore throats. By last night just before I left work, I could not swallow. So I went to urgent care. Raging laryngitis. I was told to stay home and not talk. Naproxen for pain, and wait.
So I’m home today. I can’t talk and I’m frustrated. Our middle daughter graduates high school tonight. Im going to go, I’m going to cry, but I won’t be able to say a word.
And that, my friends, is how I’m kicking off my holiday week.