Today Jerek had another appointment with the Occupational Health doctor at the Urgent Care building of Luther Midelfort/Mayo Healthcare. His workman's comp check showed up like it was supposed to, and we headed out, making a few stops before we ended up at Walmart in Eau Claire. We were early, and we wanted to cash his check at Walmart anyway.
We piddled around the store until the time came to head over to his 1:20 appointment. I was driving since he's still in a lot of pain, and when everyone was all buckled in I put the key in the ignition and tried to crank her over.
It wouldn't start.
Um. Uh-oh.
First he thought it was something about the oil being low, so he ran back in and bought a quart and poured it in. "Try it now."
Same thing. This time, though, he listened to it as I tried to start it, and as he did he got the face that I know means big trouble.
Do you know the small humming sound a car has when you are going to start it? Do you know what that sound is? That is the fuel pump bring gasoline to the parts that need it in order to start and run. This sound was missing.
Again, uh-oh.
It was now about 10 minutes until his appointment. He got in and we sat discussing possibilities when one of the two older ladies that were parked in front of us came up to the open passenger window. "Can we give you a ride?"
These lovely ladies gave us a lift over to his appointment. There were two of them, sisters from a nearby town in Eau Claire running some errands. Later, I found out they were even kinder than I thought; Jerek told me that they had snuck $50 into one of our bags when we parted company at the clinic.
I will write more about this day tomorrow, but this post is about these ladies. They were just what we needed, and they were just what this wrung out wife and mother needed. Lois and Judy, I thank you from the bottom of my heart.
We piddled around the store until the time came to head over to his 1:20 appointment. I was driving since he's still in a lot of pain, and when everyone was all buckled in I put the key in the ignition and tried to crank her over.
It wouldn't start.
Um. Uh-oh.
First he thought it was something about the oil being low, so he ran back in and bought a quart and poured it in. "Try it now."
Same thing. This time, though, he listened to it as I tried to start it, and as he did he got the face that I know means big trouble.
Do you know the small humming sound a car has when you are going to start it? Do you know what that sound is? That is the fuel pump bring gasoline to the parts that need it in order to start and run. This sound was missing.
Again, uh-oh.
It was now about 10 minutes until his appointment. He got in and we sat discussing possibilities when one of the two older ladies that were parked in front of us came up to the open passenger window. "Can we give you a ride?"
These lovely ladies gave us a lift over to his appointment. There were two of them, sisters from a nearby town in Eau Claire running some errands. Later, I found out they were even kinder than I thought; Jerek told me that they had snuck $50 into one of our bags when we parted company at the clinic.
I will write more about this day tomorrow, but this post is about these ladies. They were just what we needed, and they were just what this wrung out wife and mother needed. Lois and Judy, I thank you from the bottom of my heart.
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