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I am jonesing now I had an interesting day to say the least. This morning it was so cold here that I thought it would snow. Ooog. Have I mentioned that I hate the cold weather? Yes, I am sure I have spent endless entries bitching about such weather. Well to top it off my coffee maker broke today. It died. It brewed coffee all over my counter, not once, not twice but yes thrice. Why so many times? Because I kept trying frantically I might add to fix it. So I am jonesing. An emergency call to Crystal and I intercepted a cup of McDonalds coffee (cus that shit is hot enough to travel and become the perfect temperture in 30 minutes)at school. School was boring, class was short and there is nothing much to say about today at school. After school I picked up Lisa and then Joshua from school and took them to see Steve in the hospital. Yes, there is another child that should have gone, Heather, only I did not pick her up from school because she had some tests she shouldn't miss. When we got to the hospital, he looked god awful. His extremities are very swollen, I have no idea why. He is in a great deal of pain, and still wretching and vomitting non-stop. So the Dr wrote a discharge order! Wtf? So off I march to the nurses desk and demand to talk to this dumbass physican. She pages him, he calls, I ask him 'what excatly are you thinking?? This man is worse off then when he was admitted, hasnt held any nourishment now for 8 days, is swelling up like grapefruits have invaded his body and you want him to go home.. why?" So he says oh I thought he felt better... doh' , then says he can stay one more night. I was so pissed. So ofcourse Steve doesn't want us there, he doesn't like the kids seeing him like this, and afterall he was passing out to boot. So I take the kids , who are in a stunned silence and have very scared sad looks on their faces and leave. Waiting is not my forte' and the elevator was taking forever, so after a moment of convincing the children that using stairs won't kill them, we head down the staircase, leaving the tempermental elevator. I no sooner got home and my phone is ringing off the hook, it is his mother, Joan. She is crying, and I am not used to hearing her cry. She apparently got off that very elevator that we should have been getting on, had I had more patience, and just missed us. She was so upset having seen Steve in a fit of vomitting/passing out. She asked me "Is my son going to die before xmas?" How do I answer that? What do you say to a Mother whose son is that ill? I think of my own son in that situation and I find myself unable to breathe. I feel her pain. I just have no answers, none. I advised her to go talk to the hospital adminstrator about her concerns of his care. She feels he should be airlifted back to Gainsville. She doesn't think it is fair that no one will diagnosis him correctly, and I can't blame her, I feel the same way. Then I get a letter from that guy in prison.. yay. (blows a strand of hair out of my face) So I decide to type a reply and include pictures of Jenifer, his ex gf, the one who he actually should be talking too. Only I cannot print these pictures on my home pc because my fucking system refuses to recognize the printer (yes I changed the cable out etc didnt help). So I have to drive Lisa back to school for her orientation this evening for next weeks GED test, I take the opportunity to run by my school hoping to print out the letter. I had Heather and Josh with me. It didn't work though because their network went down AGAIN. I come home and get a pleasant call from Amy, she sounded nice and happy etc. So I was relieved by that at least. I go pick Lisa back up. Then my Mother calls. The Maternal unit wanted to know what the hell was going on with Amy. Apparently when she called me she was just pretending to sound happy cause everyone was around her and she didnt want to start any trouble. But when she was alone for a moment she tried to call me , I was out running around so she called my maternal unit. The maternal unit was not home either, but her current husband was. Amy confided in him that Jamie has decided that he doesn't want to work again. Ever again. And she has given him til the end of the month to get a job or she is moving in with me. All I can say is that fucker better get a job. I can't tell steve about that obvisously.I don't want to tell his parents either, so I am hoping Amy doesnt. They are so freaked out right now that the last thing they need is another thing to worry about. I cancelled my Dr appt for tomorrow. I rescheduled for the 19th. Pretty basic I just don't want to go. So putting it off a little longer is a good thing, least in my opinion. |