
After a lovely breakfast this morning at the Omelet Express in Santa Rosa (recommended by Amanda) where, despite more than 50 different omelets on the menu, Alan and I both ordered ham and cheese omelets, albeit with different cheese, our vacation got a bit derailed.
Turns out that what Alan thought was a small mosquito bite yesterday was actually a spider bite, which by late morning had grown to an alarming size and redness. Two trips to the pharmacy at Saveway, one trip to St. Joseph's Urgent Care Center, two nurses, one doctor, two large shots and several Vicodan later, he is on the mend. He spent the afternoon in a pleasant haze napping in our room. A slight derailment of our vacation plans.
I suffered alone poolside reading a book on Polly's Kindle, enjoying the 30 degree drop in temperature - today is in the 70's and very pleasant. By late afternoon, I decided I had lazed around enough and needed to get some exercise and take a walk. I drove to Nasagawa Park, up the hill from where we are staying and, yes, I had to drive because it is a BIG hill. After a lovely stroll around the lake, I headed back to my car, stopping then (a little late) to read the park information, which suggested that walkers keep an eye out for the rattlesnakes so as not to disturb them in their natural habitat.
Now, to Joy rattlesnakes are an incentive to walk/run a little faster (see
http://www.divarunning.blogspot.com/). Had I read the sign BEFORE my walk, it would have been another vacation plan derailed.
On to California law. The California legislature could certainly give the New Jersey legislature a run for its money. This morning in the urgent care center, right after Alan had been given his two Vicodan, he had to sign a form that he was aware he was given a narcotic and a second form saying that he would not drive for 6 hours. I had to sign a form saying that I knew he had been given a narcotic and another saying that I was his designated driver.
Yesterday, right after we ordered breakfast at a local restaurant, where I substituted the pancakes for the toast with my eggs, a large laminated card was left at our table with the caloric content of everything on the menu. Did I really want to know that the banana blueberry bread on our table was the equivalent of an average person's daily caloric intake? (And I am assuming those were the calories for the whole loaf, not the two pieces we had). Did I want to know EXACTLY the consequences of my pancake substitution?
Apparently, like the myriad of forms related to the Vicodan, this full disclosure is a California law. I guess California believes in informed choice in a big way. Too bad you read the form after you order but before you eat!
Pictures today are of the Omelet Express and Castaway, a great name for a yarn shop on 4th Street in Santa Rosa and the view of the valley from Nasagawa Park, before I read the rattlesnake warning.