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The ride there I am waiting for confetti to stream magically down and cheers to abound endless.. I am home.. yay! Okay I am not really waiting for that but.. a small parade would have been nice! I'm just saying.. 2 weeks ago Dana who shall now be known as Tink (short for tinkerbell, as she is so tiny and cute and cause a whole lot of trouble)was taken from the hospital she appeared in this world in and flown by helicopter to the University of Florida hospital, Shands. She has some things wrong with her brain, which at the moment I just do not want to talk about, therefore I won't! Okay so much has happened that I am just going to have to break this up into a few entries. Right after Tink went off into the sky, the idiot and I in the van, Amy and Jamie in their truck all went driving into the night bound for Gainsville. The trip up there in the van was fairly uneventful. Just a long ride. However, little did I that Amy and Jamie would have tales to tell. We arrived just 30 minutes too late to sign into the Ronald McDonald house, so it would be a long night at the hospital. Amy jumped out of the truck after we parked, screaming about her mountain dew. Apparently Jamie in his infinite wisdom decided that he didn't want to pull over to go pee, so while driving at 80 miles per hour, a stick shift to boot, he used Amys mountain dew bottle to pee into. This pissed her off immensely considering he had his own empty pepsi bottle that could have served this purpose but he just wanted to see what color the mountain dew turns. The boy is a raging fucking idiot. We all went up to the NICU II unit where Tink was put. She was supposed to be put in NICU III but it was full, I am kind of glad it was full because of selfish reasons. Lets just say I am not a Dr or nurse and was never made to aspire towards a medical profession for a reason. Seeing the tiny babies and sick babies in NICU II was hard enough, seeing the ones on literal life support in NICU III would have done me in. When the idiot and I walked back there, which is a lengthly process of scrubbing, and puttting on special gowns over ones clothing and found Tink, her nurse that evening took Tink out of the incubator (isolate thing) and asked us "Which one wants to hold her first?" Needless to say we both went into full slack jaw mode. We can hold her? Sheesh the other hospital would have a fit if we touched her at all. Turns out that at Shands they believe in holding the babies as much as possible, and even have volunteers that go around and hold babies when their families are not at the hospital. The babies thrive from contact. That is an awesome rule, least in this Grandma's opinion who has in the past two weeks held Tink so much that hopefully she will end up a lap baby! From the hospital we had to go find some nourishment. There was no two ways about this. Oh and I forgot my blood sugar monitor.. which was fun let me tell you. Guessing your blood sugar is like guessing next months weather. Fucking impossible. Well by the time we found an open restraunt, the idiot was once again throwing up over and over. So he waited in the van while Amy, Jamie and I went in for supper. During this meal, which I don't even remember what we all had, Jamie took a cherry and cut it in half, proceeded to lift his shirt and place them on his nipples and start making a complete ass of himself. I got up and walked to the register to pay the check cus I just wasn't staying in there to be publically humilated by this moron. So he follows me up there, shirt still up and cherries still being held to his nipples and asks the cashier if she wants some of his breast milk. When he walked away, she asked me if he is on drugs. I told her no, but I felt he needed strong ones that would cause his brain to work. Then back to the hospital where the idiot got sicker and sicker, with his usual pattern. Until finally he was admitted the following day to the hospital on the 9th floor. Where he spent the rest of the stay in Gainsville. So he was on the 9th floor and Tink was on the 3rd floor. Joy. That next day we were welcomed into the Ronald McDonald house which is about 10 minutes from the hospital on foot. It is a beautiful house. We met many great families there and made some real friendships. Had some very sad and somber moments, and had some hilarious moments, all of which I will eventually get too. Tomorrow I will tell you about how Jamie, lost his truck.. no not the keys to his truck.. but the actual truck. I have so much more new uncovered evidence that the boy is brain damaged and a idiot of the highest power. It is very funny now... it was extremely fucking annoying though then. |