All you have to do is mess with the spring weather.
Tuesday: Blizzard. Snow coming down so fast, I couldn't see the river, which is only 100 yards/metres from
Wednesday: Sunny, but cool. Temperatures below freezing. Where the sun was shining on the roads, melting, then turning icy. Water running in the streets in a few places.
Thursday: Combination of sun and cloud. Temperature to -6°C (21F). Streets a bit wet, often icy.
Friday (today): Mixture of sun and cloud. Temperature of about 5°C (40F). A little rivulet of water running into my cave where I was trying to do some late-winter hibernating. Running into my cave and on to my head. Lots of water running in the streets, making everything splashy, and messy, and yucky.
Best description of the situation (in Bearspeak): @$%#^*&%^@#$**
Or just, "Sigh!!"
And, no, I didn't get to hibernate. Not this winter. Not at all.
Some of you may recall that this time, a year ago, Bear was in hospital very briefly. My faithful companion, Her Ladyship, Miss Sadie, was trying to look after things for me. Things had gone from bad to worse. My mental and physical pain had become un-Bear-able. Even suicidal (thought Miss Sadie didn't tell you that last year).
This week, I've been back in that same un-Bear-able position. With no Miss Sadie to look after things for me.
This year, I have not been hospitalized. Fortunately. I have had a completely horrid time, and I'm not out of it yet. But at least I have not been hospitalized. I did not, and I do not, expect things to get that bad this year. It's a different year, and I have different resources available to me. Some things are better. In particular, I'm developing a better way of living with this ongoing, nagging, physical pain. YES!!!