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So here's my day today:
I woke up and felt horrible, really didn't think I'd be able to make it into work. But, I dragged my ass outta bed and in I went. I knew that I for the most part wouldn't be allowed to work in the deli due to the fact that I'm sick. It's just the way things are understandably so. I figured I'd have to help up front, or throw stock or, due to the way I'm sure I looked just be flat out sent home. Well.....none of the above happened. No sir, Steve in all his infinite wisdom decides that the best place to put his sick employe is on the lot to clear carts. Yes indeed folks you read that right, today being as nasty, wet, rainy and down right dreadfull as it was. I was outside in it from 12-4:30, workin my ass off tryin to keep the lot clear. I couldn't believe it when he said that to me.
So I can't wait to see what I've gotta do when I go in tomorrow.
In other news.....
Not to much has been goin on as of late really. Well, there was one thing today. Let me explain.
I left work at 4:30 flat out told Steve that if he wanted me back in here tomororw that I needed to go lay down before I fell down. He whined for a bit, but none the less I went home. I was only home for about 20mins when my phone rang. It was my father, who asked "Do you know where your mother is?" To which I replied "Ummmm...no, can't say that I do pop." Now then, the response I was expecting was again not what I got(lot of that goin around today) I was waiting for some dumbass joke like my father usually tells. But what I got instead was this...
Well, she's in the hospitial Tim. She was taken by ambulence earlier this afternoon. She collapsed at home and Ron freaked out, she even stopped breathing at one point.
If anyone knows me at all, they know that out of everything that bothers me nothing comes close to knowing that someone I care about is hurt, sick or in some sort of distress and I'm helpless to do anything about it. (Something along these lines happened last christmas when Amanda was outta town. I drove myself nuts worrying about her.) Which is excatly how I felt as soon as he told me that. So my obvious next question was, "What hospital is she in?" found that she was in Altamonte Springs. Right into the truck I go, stop and buy her some flowers and I'm off.
I arrive at the hospital and give the guy my mothers name and ask her where she is. Guy says she still in the ER and to go and check there. Gotta say he was rahter nice and polite. Off to the ER I go, which is just around the bend thankfully. Get to their front desk give the same info and ask the same question, she's in room 11 I'm told. Through the sliding metal door and down the hallway I go to room 11 to find........nothing, the room is empty. I grab the nearest doctor and once again ask my question, this time I'm told that she'd be discharged not 5mins ago. How nice of them to let everyone else know that.
To cut to the end, I met up with my father at my house and my mom seems to be doing ok. She's still really, really weak and I'm still really, really, really, really, really, really worried about her. Even more so than usual now, I love my mother very much. And that's putting it mildly, and like I said above. Knowing she's in as much pain as she is and knowing that there is nothing I can do about it drives me insane. It absoloutly kills me to see my mom this way, hurts me in ways I wouldn't wish on anyone.
I just want her to be ok, that's all.
Well, if your still here then perhaps you wouldn't mind doing me a favor. Those of you who read this, if it's something you do, please pray for her. I have a really bad feeling about this and she needs all the help she can get. Thank you.
Goodnight for now ladies and germs.
I woke up and felt horrible, really didn't think I'd be able to make it into work. But, I dragged my ass outta bed and in I went. I knew that I for the most part wouldn't be allowed to work in the deli due to the fact that I'm sick. It's just the way things are understandably so. I figured I'd have to help up front, or throw stock or, due to the way I'm sure I looked just be flat out sent home. Well.....none of the above happened. No sir, Steve in all his infinite wisdom decides that the best place to put his sick employe is on the lot to clear carts. Yes indeed folks you read that right, today being as nasty, wet, rainy and down right dreadfull as it was. I was outside in it from 12-4:30, workin my ass off tryin to keep the lot clear. I couldn't believe it when he said that to me.
So I can't wait to see what I've gotta do when I go in tomorrow.
In other news.....
Not to much has been goin on as of late really. Well, there was one thing today. Let me explain.
I left work at 4:30 flat out told Steve that if he wanted me back in here tomororw that I needed to go lay down before I fell down. He whined for a bit, but none the less I went home. I was only home for about 20mins when my phone rang. It was my father, who asked "Do you know where your mother is?" To which I replied "Ummmm...no, can't say that I do pop." Now then, the response I was expecting was again not what I got(lot of that goin around today) I was waiting for some dumbass joke like my father usually tells. But what I got instead was this...
Well, she's in the hospitial Tim. She was taken by ambulence earlier this afternoon. She collapsed at home and Ron freaked out, she even stopped breathing at one point.
If anyone knows me at all, they know that out of everything that bothers me nothing comes close to knowing that someone I care about is hurt, sick or in some sort of distress and I'm helpless to do anything about it. (Something along these lines happened last christmas when Amanda was outta town. I drove myself nuts worrying about her.) Which is excatly how I felt as soon as he told me that. So my obvious next question was, "What hospital is she in?" found that she was in Altamonte Springs. Right into the truck I go, stop and buy her some flowers and I'm off.
I arrive at the hospital and give the guy my mothers name and ask her where she is. Guy says she still in the ER and to go and check there. Gotta say he was rahter nice and polite. Off to the ER I go, which is just around the bend thankfully. Get to their front desk give the same info and ask the same question, she's in room 11 I'm told. Through the sliding metal door and down the hallway I go to room 11 to find........nothing, the room is empty. I grab the nearest doctor and once again ask my question, this time I'm told that she'd be discharged not 5mins ago. How nice of them to let everyone else know that.
To cut to the end, I met up with my father at my house and my mom seems to be doing ok. She's still really, really weak and I'm still really, really, really, really, really, really worried about her. Even more so than usual now, I love my mother very much. And that's putting it mildly, and like I said above. Knowing she's in as much pain as she is and knowing that there is nothing I can do about it drives me insane. It absoloutly kills me to see my mom this way, hurts me in ways I wouldn't wish on anyone.
I just want her to be ok, that's all.
Well, if your still here then perhaps you wouldn't mind doing me a favor. Those of you who read this, if it's something you do, please pray for her. I have a really bad feeling about this and she needs all the help she can get. Thank you.
Goodnight for now ladies and germs.
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