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in a MOOD today. it's cold and raining. about 90 minutes until I need to leave for nibling pre-prom shenanigans and to help SIL.
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SIL surgery went fine, until about 10 days later when she spikes a fever of 102. get a text from her asking if i'm working, as I'd just got off and was driving to the grocery. would have ignored it, but knowing she was post-op worried me. So I called her while still driving. she "didn't feel good" and could I come over? (brother and youngest were on their way to youngest's PT). re-routed, and by the time I got there, her doc confirmed what was already my plan - drag her to the ER. no wait, but even less wait because post-op fever. 330pm. They threw out the prelim diagnosis of sepsis, which fast-tracked everything: ALL the tests/blood work/imaging - blood cultures, x-ray, CT, more blood work, you name it. by 8:30 or so we were told she was being admitted. 9:30 were told she'd be stuck sleeping in the ER due to lack of a room. 10:45 she was being moved to a room, and 11:30 I finally headed home, and brother stayed with her overnight. more bringing brother food and picking up nephew to bring him over, and all told, she was this round at least as long as she was for her surgery - 4 days. you KNOW you're sick when they keep you. Not officially sepsis, but damn close.
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SIL is home, but brother & youngest are out of town for sportsball, and oldest has Prom today. I'm heading over to drive her to wherever group pics are being done, and to hang out and help with heavy/any lifting while she's there along. (she's on serious post-op lifting restrictions for the next six months). but it's cold and raining, so I don't know what/where things will happen.
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stepmom texted me last night to ask if I was in town next weekend, and would drive up with her to niece's college graduation. *low growl*
first off: you're post-op, and you've known about this graduation. could you have asked earlier???? why wait until it's last minute and you're desperate because either no one else can/will do it, or you haven't bothered to ask anyone else? I made my plans WEEKS ago.
second: where the fuck are your own kids? can't J3 or E pop down from Cleveland? what about A's mom? I know A's dad is not allowed to drive, or has he managed to circumvent that in his new home state? why doesn't he fly into DAY and you two head up together? or has that bridge been burned?
third: your text was intelligible. you're a retired English teacher. how embarrassing.
fourth: I'm actually surprised there has been no pre-emptive attack from my dad guilting me into compliance.
Fifth: why can't she want to spend time with me for ME? why am I always the go-to for Things That Need Doing?
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committed a Random Act of Cookies. probably a mistake in about six different ways, but we'll find out next week - Thursday at the earliest, never at the latest.
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SIL surgery went fine, until about 10 days later when she spikes a fever of 102. get a text from her asking if i'm working, as I'd just got off and was driving to the grocery. would have ignored it, but knowing she was post-op worried me. So I called her while still driving. she "didn't feel good" and could I come over? (brother and youngest were on their way to youngest's PT). re-routed, and by the time I got there, her doc confirmed what was already my plan - drag her to the ER. no wait, but even less wait because post-op fever. 330pm. They threw out the prelim diagnosis of sepsis, which fast-tracked everything: ALL the tests/blood work/imaging - blood cultures, x-ray, CT, more blood work, you name it. by 8:30 or so we were told she was being admitted. 9:30 were told she'd be stuck sleeping in the ER due to lack of a room. 10:45 she was being moved to a room, and 11:30 I finally headed home, and brother stayed with her overnight. more bringing brother food and picking up nephew to bring him over, and all told, she was this round at least as long as she was for her surgery - 4 days. you KNOW you're sick when they keep you. Not officially sepsis, but damn close.
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SIL is home, but brother & youngest are out of town for sportsball, and oldest has Prom today. I'm heading over to drive her to wherever group pics are being done, and to hang out and help with heavy/any lifting while she's there along. (she's on serious post-op lifting restrictions for the next six months). but it's cold and raining, so I don't know what/where things will happen.
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stepmom texted me last night to ask if I was in town next weekend, and would drive up with her to niece's college graduation. *low growl*
first off: you're post-op, and you've known about this graduation. could you have asked earlier???? why wait until it's last minute and you're desperate because either no one else can/will do it, or you haven't bothered to ask anyone else? I made my plans WEEKS ago.
second: where the fuck are your own kids? can't J3 or E pop down from Cleveland? what about A's mom? I know A's dad is not allowed to drive, or has he managed to circumvent that in his new home state? why doesn't he fly into DAY and you two head up together? or has that bridge been burned?
third: your text was intelligible. you're a retired English teacher. how embarrassing.
fourth: I'm actually surprised there has been no pre-emptive attack from my dad guilting me into compliance.
Fifth: why can't she want to spend time with me for ME? why am I always the go-to for Things That Need Doing?
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committed a Random Act of Cookies. probably a mistake in about six different ways, but we'll find out next week - Thursday at the earliest, never at the latest.
