I left my job at 6 last night, and as I made my way to the hospital carpark to pick up my car I was aware of what a clear, icy night it was, the roads slippery and everything glistening - it must have been several degrees below zero. Got into my car, turned the key... and there wasn't even a cough from the engine. Totally dead.
The AA took two hours to get to me, insisting that in the meantime I stay in my car, and after 30 minutes of huddling miserably trying to keep warm, I realised that 1. my blood sugar was going down, (which makes me feel weak); 2. so was the battery on my mobile, which I was forced to keep switched on for when the AA man needed to know which carpark I was in; 3. It dawned on me that I could catch cold >>> and the op would have to be postponed; 4. I couldn't feel my feet or ankles and I was getting quite drowsy. Self-pity is quite a feature when you're physically very uncomfortable! You do feel so alone in situations like this, don't you? My partner was out carol-singing so I couldn't even phone him for sympathy, and anyway I couldn't waste the quarter battery I had left. I did however use it to ring the AA 3 more times (I admit, with increasing hysteria) to ask when the patrolman would arrive.
At 8 p.m. the guy appeared, and soon got me on my way, even kindly scraping all the windows for me so I could focus the heating on my non-existent feet. He seemed surprised by the amount of ice that had accumulated on the inside. Half an hour later I was home, having soup, a hot bath and an early night.
Today with no obvious ill effects, and feeling warm and comfortable, I can appreciate that I was seeing the black side of everything - and how little it takes to turn our world upside down. And I also wondered if there are other ways to lose calories apart from exercise... literally through being very cold for a sustained period. Not recommended I'm sure - but would it help lose a few ounces, I wonder? OK OK, I'll go and get a life, shall I?