on my clock it is still sunday

[wombat_socho]

Woke up at 0600 because phone was ringing. Downstairs. ARRGH. Tried to ignore phone since it was probably a wrong number since who the hell would call me at 0600 on Sunday? Gave up trying to roll over and get back to sleep when I heard obnoxious voice mail tone, went downstairs and listened to message: turned out to be RS informing me that he had taken P to the hospital, where they had given her two units of blood immediately before admitting her. I'm not going to go into details because it's really not my place. P can explain if she wants to when she wants to. Suffice it to say that I spent a good part of the day visiting P in the hospital and then riding with RS to see our friend Mr. B.

B is effectively confined to his house due to hideous back pain, which prevents him from driving or even walking without a walker, and even that latter is horribly painful. Back pain is to be treated with muscle relaxants...once B is off his blood thinners. :(

After all this I definitely needed something humorous, which RS supplied via this video.

Stopped by Wal-Mart on the way home to do the shopping I should have done yesterday, explained the deal to Mom & Carlos once I got home, wrote this and went to bed. The end.

Comments

[huladavid.livejournal.com]

Good Lord! I hope she'll be okay. Give 'er my best wishes.

[wombat-socho.livejournal.com]

Thanks. She'll be getting out of the hospital this afternoon, and I hope the docs have some idea WTF is going on by then, because this shit ain't anywhere near normal.