Oh yeah, I didn't die.

Geez, it's been a while since I posted last and maybe some of you think I died from complications of having a ginormous hernia, but guess what bitches? I didn't so HA!

I've been getting better a little bit each day. I had a follow-up appointment with my surgeon on the 21st and at that time I had a large lump--a hematoma--where they removed one of the hernias and it was VERY sensitive. In fact it would hurt to have clothing over it. I had already been told to prepare for it and I was also told it would go away. My surgeon agreed it was normal and said I would just have to bide my time until it went away. We talked about when I would be able to go back to work and although I don't have a strenuous job in ANY sort of way, the thought of sitting in the office for eight hours straight without really being able to get up and move about did NOT sound appealing to me at all. Being AWAKE for eight hours straight at that time didn't sound appealing either. My doc said it would take me about a week and a half before I felt pretty normal so he gave me the go ahead to work anytime after the 30th and he had that about spot on. Yesterday and today I've felt somewhat close to my old self. My first day back is this coming Wednesday. I still have the hard spot, but it's going away and it's definately not as sensitive as it used to be. This week I'm going to concentrate on getting back to a 3rd shift schedule. I've been staying up late and while the kids are in school I'm going to take a nap. I haven't worked a 3rd shift, (or ANY shift) since August 9th so I'm a little out of practice. Hopefully I don't fall asleep. Or if I do hopefully no one catches me, lol.

The kids are adjusting well to school and I am LOVING the quiet time I get in the afternoon. I am NOT loving Blake's bus fucktards but there's not a whole lot I can do about them. They started out saying they would be dropping Blake off at the stop at 3:42 but for the first two days of school they weren't there before 4:15. They told Adam 4:15 would be the new drop-off time. The following week Blake didn't have school on Monday and on Tuesday the bus didn't get there until almost 4:30. The following day they called me at home at 4:06 and said the bus was waiting on me. I said, "OK, now they told me the new time was 4:15." They said, "Yeah but someone dropped out and takes a different bus so the new time is 3:55." I knew they were lying because how can ONE kid affect the bus schedule so much that now they are able to arrive up to 35 minutes sooner??? Does he put his feet on each side of the doors and kick and scream when they try to take him off the bus?

So, the next time I go by what they say and I arrive ready for a 3:55 drop-off. Wouldn't you know it they got there at 3:58. Hmm. Maybe that kid was a freak of nature after all. The next day? 4:15. FUCK! They act like I have nothing better to do than to sit and wait on their asses. Christ.

I don't have any big plans this week except hopefully a haircut tomorrow and on Thursday night we're going to the circus. I'm looking forward to it.

Adam had to get new brakes on his van today. They started grinding last night when we were heading down the road to go out for a bit so we turned around and took my car. This morning he started calling around and found a place that would put on new front brake pads for $120. I was out doing some shopping when Adam called with one of those, "Do you want the good news or the bad news?" I always ask for the bad news first and there was going to be more work that needed to be done on the brakes. It was going to cost $240. Nothing like doubling the price. Luckily Adam's check on Friday had been a big'un so we had the money for it, but it just wasn't something we were planning on. Of course, when are these things ever planned, right? Oh yeah, and it turns out he didn't even have any good news so that sucked too, lol.

Emily's birthday is in two weeks and we've decided to throw her a surprise birthday party. I've given it a rocker girl theme. It's going to be all pink and black decorations and I got a bunch of stuff from the $1 bins at Target today for the attendees. I got gift bag two-packs that are black and white hounds tooth and the other is pink with an outline of the Eiffel Tower done in houndstooth. I also got glow bracelets, and rocker buttons. I'm going to pick up pop rocks and probably either colored hairclips or fuzzy pimp hats I found at the dollar store. I want to find some nail polish too. Oh, and I got some rub-on tattoos. I also got pink, black and houndstooth sticker letters I'm going to put on the outside of each bag in the each girl's name. I got blow up guitars and microphones and some signs to hang around the house. I found cute pink and black plates and napkins at wal-mart but I'm going to pick those up a little closer to the date.

Emily thinks her party is the following weekend so when I made out the invitations for the girls in her class I printed them on pretty stationery and explained in them that it was a surprise and that she thinks the party is the following weekend and PRETTY, PRETTY PLEASE DON'T SAY ANYTHING BECAUSE I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE AND I AM ABLE TO STAY UP WAAAAY PAST YOUR BEDTIME AND YOU SLEEP PRETTY SOUND, DON'T YOU??????? So hopefully they don't say anything. I also printed "Please open when you get home" on the envelopes and told Emily I did that so they don't disturb the class and open them during class time. I asked her to pass them out as close to the end of the day as possible. I hope she remembers. Now I just need to come up with some rocker girl themed games and we'll be all set. Anyone have any ideas???

ER visits minus George Clooney suck!

Adam and I have a small DJ business. Not sure if you knew that. We are DJ'ing the wedding of one of Adam's bandmates next month. On Thursday I took Blake to school then came home and decided to work a bit on our music list. We had downloaded some new music and I wanted to add it to our list of songs we have. Also I had noticed the last time I looked at the list that it was a bit out of alphabetical order.

I ended up working on the list for a few hours and right around 2:00 it hit me very hard and very suddenly. I had to go to the bathroom. LIKE. NOW!!! I went to the bathroom and suddenly I had some sharp stomach pains. Weird I thought but maybe it was just because of the sudden bathroom-ness??? I thought if I laid down for a bit it would go away. So I did. I laid on the bed for a couple minutes when I sent a text to my neighbor.

"Suddenly I feel shitty. Bad stomach pains."
"Maybe you're pregnant and don't know it. Abby watched those shows on TV all day Monday."
"Shut up. I hate you."

At this point I thought I was feeling better but when I got up I wasn't. In fact a few seconds later it hurt worse.

"Still feel like crap" I text to my neighbor.
"How far apart are your contractions?"
"I hate you."
"When you go into labor, which hospital do you want to have your baby?"
"OMG. I'm going to take a hot bath. Text me at 3:15 because I have to get Blake from the bus stop."

I take a hot bath and it's not helping. I didn't even stay in there until 3:15. I lay naked in bed for a while. My neighbor texts me:

"Is the pain on your right side?"
"Yes."
"Push on your stomach just above your hip bone. Does it hurt to do that or shake your hips?"

I'm laying on my left side and pushing, not exactly sure where above my hips I should be pushing, but it hurts, but not any worse than when I'm not pushing. I shake my hips. Yep. That hurts.

"It hurts when I shake my hips."

Then I decide to lay on my back and push above my hip. OH. DEAR. GOD. IN. HEAVEN. IT. HURTS. TO. LAY. ON. MY. BACK.

I swing my arm over and grab the side of the bed to try to get myself back onto my side. I start crying from the pain. I realize there's no way I'm going to be able to get Blake from the bus. I'm going to have to call Adam at work.

I call him crying. Tell him I'm in pain and he has to go get Blake and then come home and take me to the hospital. Blake's bus is supposed to be at the stop at 3:42. It was now 3:16.

"Can you make it there in a half hour?"
"I can try. Are you going to be ok? Are you going to call an ambulance?"
"No. You're going to take me after you get Blake."
"OK but if it starts to hurt more you call an ambulance, do you understand?"
"Yes." but I had no intention of calling an ambulance, lol.

So I'm laying in bed, in pain and I'm trying to figure out in my head how long I have to suffer before Adam gets there. My neighbor texts me and says she'll get Emily from the bus stop and have her come to her house. She'll take Blake when he gets home. She rocks despite the pregnancy comments.

Adam calls around 3:30 and says he's almost at Blake's stop. I figure I only have about 20 minutes before he gets there and I can be on my way. I figure I better get dressed. I decide a t-shirt and pants is all I'm going to wear. No bra. No underwear. I'm not really sure why I decided no underwear. I guess I just didn't want to mess with it.

Adam calls at 3:50. Still no bus. Great. It's happening again. The fucktards are late just like yesterday. The day before, Blake's bus didn't show up until 4:15, a half-hour late. Four o'clock comes. Still no bus.

Ugh.

At 4:15 Adam calls again. No bus but one of the parents had called the bus barn and found out they had forgotten a kid at the school (fucktards) and they had to go back. They said they would be there in 10-15 minutes.

I think I'm going to die!

Adam finally gets home a little after 4:30 and we head to the ER. I give a urine sample and I get a gown and an IV. I give my story a couple times to a nurse then finally a doctor and a CT scan is ordered. It's been a couple hours and I send Adam home to eat something and take a shower. I drink some contrast dye mixed with fruit punch, which was lovely, and watch Family Guy.

Adam got back just before I went to my CT scan. The scan took all of five minutes. A half hour later a new doctor comes in and says they didn't find anything with the scan but my white blood cell count is up and oh, did you know you're diabetic? No, but isn't that wonderful?

New doctor seems really stumped and says appendicitis or a gall bladder attack doesn't come on as quickly as this did so maybe it's a cyst on an ovary or maybe an ovary is twisted. They order an ultrasound.

Ultrasounds are done and they determine I have two hernias, YAY! New doctor says he's not sure it's something that surgery will want to operate on but we should probably admit me to get my sugar down. Totally not what I wanted to hear.

Adam decides he's going home because it's almost midnight and he has to work the next day. I FINALLY leave the ER and go to a room around 1:30. After vitals, a history and a long lecture about diabetes and exercise and losing weight, my nurse gave me some pain pills and left me alone at 2:50am. She said she would peek in at me at 3:30 and if they weren't doing anything she would give me morphine. But if I was sleeping she was going to leave me alone.

"Ooooh! Morphine!!!" I thought. I'm totally staying awake to get morphine.

She also said she was sending in the patient care tech at 3am to check my blood sugar and then again at 4am. Also at 4am the lab was coming for an obscene amount of blood.

Well, unfortunately I was only able to stay awake for about 2.3 minutes and the next thing I knew it was 4am and a crazy looking woman from the lab was coming in to draw that obscene amount of blood. Thirty minutes and two fresh bruises later she was finished and I dozed off again. Right after that they were back to do more vitals and I just decided to try to stay awake. It was pretty obvious I wasn't going to get much sleep.

The surgeon came in around 9:30 and decided he was going to operate. He said the hernias wouldn't get better without fixing them surgically. I was given a surgery time of 3:00. I called everyone to let them know.

The surgery turned out well. They were able to do it laproscopically so I have five small incisions. I also have a belly button again. I haven't had one in several years. See, when I had my c-section done with Blake, they found two hernias then and repaired them. I had a belly button after that but not for very long before it poked back out again. I always figured maybe I had another hernia but it never hurt so I didn't think much about it.

I was back in my room around 6:15 and not long after that I got to EAT! I hadn't eaten since around 11:30am on Thursday and here it was almost 31 hours later. They served me a small cup of cream of chicken soup and red jell-o. I didn't care that cream of chicken soup should only be used for cooking, not really for eating by itself. It tasted soooo good.

They told me the sooner I could get up and walk around the quicker I would heal and I figured it would get me out of there quicker too so Adam and I went for a little jaunt around the unit. We came back to my room and were both nodding off so I decided to get some sleep and Adam made a home on the couch in my room for the night.

I slept fairly decently and for the most part everyone left me alone. I got up for good around 5am and watched a hella-marathon of The Golden Girls. I was told breakfast would come between 7:30 and 8:00 and I counted the minutes until it got there! After eating I took a shower and of course two of my doctors came while I was in there. One was my diabetic doctor and the other a general practice physician.

The GP physician came back in a while later and she said she would start discharge papers. Whoohoo! Just before lunch one of the surgeons came in to talk to me about my surgery, check my incisions and sign off on my discharge. He gave me instructions and was on his way.

I ate my lunch and my nurses came in to make sure I knew how to check my sugar and give myself insulin. After they were satisfied with all of that I was outta there.

Adam and I stopped at the pharmacy and $222 later we were back at home. The majority of our costs were from my insulin. My diabetes doctor said he doesn't think I'll be on it for long and then I'll go to an oral medication so hopefully we don't have that expense for very long.

Adam and the kids are gone for the night and wont be home until tomorrow morning so I have instructions to veg out on the couch and watch movies. I'm feeling a bit restless so I've been playing around on facebook and here on the old blog. I feel bruised, beaten and sore but I'm sooo glad to be home.

I've got a prescription of vicodin with two refills and it looks like I probably wont be able to work this Wednesday night either. (I was supposed to work last night and tonight). We'll see how the next few days treat me. It seems like with each passing hour my stomach gets a bit harder and a bit more purple, but they tell me it's normal. I definitely feel better than I did Thursday afternoon but I'm still getting around pretty slowly.

Fucktard update

The bus people did actually call today and they also managed to screw up Blake's schedule. The woman was like, "He'll be picked up at 11:33..." I interrupted to say, "But he's eating lunch before class. He's in the lunch program."

"I don't know what that means."
"Well it means he has to be at school by 11:10 to eat lunch."
"I don't know anything about that. I'll have to tell my supervisor and we'll have to get back to you."
"Do you know when??"
"Probably not today. Maybe tomorrow."
"It'll have to be by tomorrow, Wednesday is the first day of school."
"Yes."
"OK..."

I just know I'm going to end up driving him to school on the first day. *sigh*

It's getting closer...

Only three more days until the first day of school. I'm getting a little anxious to put my little boy on a bus and just let them drive off with him. He'll be starting afternoon preschool but will be in the lunch program before class. The fucktards at the bus service haven't "created the preschool bus route" yet so I still don't know what time he'll be picked up or when I have to come get him. The only things I know is where the bus will be picking up and dropping off and that he will be eating lunch at 11:10. I'm guessing he'll have to be on the bus around 10:45 and that I'll pick him up around 3:45. Once the fucktards figure it out on Monday, they say they'll let me know. I have a feeling I'll still end up calling their lazy asses.

I am looking forward to having the house peacefully quiet four days of the week and not having two kids who have all day to make a mess for me to bitch about and eventually clean. I'm also looking forward to my just-me-all-by-myself lunch at Olive Garden. Not sure what day I'll go but I'm thinking Thursday of this week. I might be still too freaked out to go on Wednesday after putting Blake on that bus.

With regard to Rock/Paper/Scissors

I found this quote regarding the game, Rock/Paper/Scissors and it made me laugh out loud. Adam and I are prone to many, many games of RPS. I thought I would share it with you.

I understand that Scissors can beat Paper and I get how Rock can beat Scissors, but there’s no fucking way Paper could beat Rock. Apparently, Paper is supposed to magically “wrap around” Rock, leaving it immobile. Why the hell can’t Paper do this to Scissors? No, never mind Scissors, why can’t Paper do this to people? Why aren’t sheets of college-ruled notebook paper constantly smothering students as they attempt to take notes in class? I’ll tell you why: because Paper can’t beat anybody. A rock would tear that shit up in about a minute.

Whenever I play Rock/Paper/Scissors, I always choose Rock. When somebody claims to have beaten me with their Paper, I punch them in the face with my already-clenched fist. I’ll say, “Oh, shit, man, I’m sorry, I thought Paper would protect you. Asshole.”


Classic.

Back To School debt...

I spent a whole lotta time last weekend shopping for back-to-school stuff for the kids. Except for a back-pack, Blake needed nothing supply-wise. Emily was the only one that actually needed school supplies. I learned the hard-way when Emily was in Kindergarten to buy extra supplies during this time of the year. During Emily's first year of school I would get notes home saying, "Emily needs a red crayon." Or, "Emily needs another orange marker." What I was once able to pick up at Wal-Mart at the end of summer for $0.15 a pack was now $2.37. Now when the supply list calls for one box of 24 crayons, I buy six. One pack of 8 crayola markers? Great, here ya go and there's seven more where that came from. Last year I even bought her two backpacks because the ones she liked happened to only be $5 and I thought for sure she'd put a big hole in the bottom of it before the year was up. Wouldn't you know it that bag lasted the whole year so this year I didn't have to buy a backpack!

I love back-to-school shopping. I always have. When I was little every year my mom and I would go to KMart and she would put a ton of clothes on layaway. I loved that week or two before school would start when we would go pick them up. You always forget exactly what it is you put on layaway so it's exciting to see those shirts, pants and dresses hanging in that clear plastic bag and go, "Oh yeah! I forgot I got that!"

I was really looking forward to this past Friday and going shopping with the kids. I knew we had the extra money to pick up what we needed so that was one less thing I had to worry about. I had to stop at Emily's school first because I had a fear I had forgotten to register her. I went in ready to sit for at least 30 minutes filling out paperwork. Turns out she was good to go. Sweet! Then we went to lunch at our usual Friday spot, Chick Fil-A. When we left the school and I asked the kids where they wanted to go (secretly hoping for a Chick Fil-A answer) Emily said, "How 'bout McDonalds?" Blake said, "No! Not McDonalds! Chick Fil-A is better!" Double Sweet!

From there we headed to Wal-Mart. The first thing I did was let Blake pick out a backpack. I thought maybe it would keep him occupied while Emily and I got her supplies. He is starting his final year of preschool this year and will be riding the bus and everything. He'll be gone Monday-Thursday from about 10:30 to 3:30 or 3:45. I'm going to miss him terribly and I know I will cry on the first day when I put him on that bus but dang, am I looking forward to Blake-free afternoons! I already have a just-me lunch planned at Olive Garden. Soup, salad and breadsticks here I come! The first backpack he saw was G.I. Joe. That was the one he wanted. Then, no. He wanted something else. Then it was Transformers. No, not that Transformers, the other one. Nope, I like this Spiderman one. Not that one it has the Hulk. The Hulk is scary. Eventually we settled on Transformers. I started going around putting Emily's supplies in the cart. Boxes of crayons...check. Number two pencils...check. White Vinyl erasers...check. As I'm going, Blake's putting his own made-up list of supplies in the cart. When I take them out he has a fit. I let him cry for a while when I finally can't take it anymore. His own $0.15 box of crayons shuts him up.

After that we were off to the shoes. I think Blake tried on about five pair before he settled on some skater shoes that he liked. I learned early on with Blake, if he doesn't like, he's not going to eat it, wear it or use it. It's better to let him pick out things on his own, that way you know they'll get used. Emily found some shoes she liked and we were off to the clothes. I got Blake a few pairs of pants and shirts. There has been talk for the last year or more that Blake may have some color blindness. Despite that he has always been very good at dressing himself in clothes that match. Emily, however could care less if she is wearing a flowered shirt and plaid shorts with Christmas socks in May. I made sure to show everything to Blake before I put it in the cart. At one point I asked him if he liked this certain green shirt. He said yes if he had those green pants to wear with it. Done and done.

Emily ended up with a couple pairs of pants, a shirt that came with a vest and scarf and a dress. I made it out $154.00 later, which I didn't think was awful. I also picked up our Gordman's layaway on the way home.

Saturday morning after work I had planned on going to the farmer's market but the rain had different plans. I called Adam and told him I was going to go get groceries instead. He wanted to come along so I had to go home first and wait for him and the kids to get ready. We ate breakfast and made a new itinerary that included paying the rent and going to JCPenney for their door buster deals. I've been having a hard time finding jeans for Emily because while she is average height for her age, she's got a booty and a belly and apparently short legs. After literally making her try on at least a dozen pairs of jeans this week at Goodwill, I found out women's size 0 capri jeans, or ones that come rolled up and can be un-rolled fit her perfect. I just knew I could find her some size 0 capri jeans at Penney's.

I found some on clearance and after trying on several more we walked away from that department with just one pair. We found two outfits for Blake and while we were in line I remembered I wanted to check out the shoes. Adam tried to protest but finally gave in. I scored in the shoe department getting Emily two pairs of leather mary janes, one brown and one blue for $3.55 each.

After that we decided it was time for me to get new tires on the front of my car because mine are very near bald. We went to Farm and Fleet and I started hitting up their clearance sales. First to the shoes. The kids found rain boots they liked and they were half off. My dad had said he wanted to get the kids rain boots so he ended up paying me back for those. Then I found a pair of boot-type shoes for Blake in his size. They were $20 then half-off. Adam and I decided they would be better than the skater shoes he picked out at Wal-Mart and after I let him run up and down the aisle in them a few times and telling him how much "faster" he'll be able to run in them than the ones he picked out at Wal-Mart, Blake was all for it too. They had a bunch of clothes that weren't just summer clothes on clearance for Emily and I grabbed a couple outfits and some shirts. Once I got to the register I found out Blake's shoes were actually $4.88. Sweet Lincoln's Mullet! So now I think we're finally done with school shopping. My wallet says so, anyway.

Some Randoms...

Gosselin Random...

I think Jon Gosselin is the biggest douchebag to ever walk the face of this planet. I am not a follower of Jon & Kate Plus 8. I think I've seen two or three episodes and that was a few years ago. I remember thinking, "How in the HELL did these two people ever hook up in the first place??" I have no idea how they met, nor do I give two shits, but I do have a scenerio in my mind as to how it happened.

Jon and Kate go to the same college circa 1993. Jon is a partying, good-time frat boy with lots of friends. He listens to 4 Non Blondes and Ace of Base, plus a little Sugar Ray for good measure. Kate is the hard-studying bitch friend who hates her roommate because she makes friends easily and seems to be breezing through courses even though she is out all night every night having a good time. Kate has just two or three friends but she is close to them and they put up with her being a hard-core bitch because that's just how she is.

One of Kate's friends gets invited a party at Jon's fraternity. None of them know Jon, nor does Jon know any of them. One of the friends talks Kate into going even though she would really rather sit in her room and study for mid-terms since it will be quiet because her roommate is skiing with her new boyfriend all weekend. The party is like something out of Animal House. Kate thinks it's "dumb". Her friends start having a good time. They try to get Kate to have a good time. Kate finds some guy in the kitchen who shares her anger about the party and together they have many drinks with much hard liquor. Kate's new "friend" has to leave to take care of a puking buddy. Enter a drunk Jon. Witness a drunk Kate. See Kate hump drunk Jon in a random room in a passionate, drunk, angry sex kinda way. See Jon really like it. See Kate think that will never happen again. See Amy stop writing like she's all tarded up.

Kate wakes up the next day with a "that will NEVER happen again" attitude. Jon wakes up the next day and has apply cream to the whip marks on his back, but he likes it! He finds out where Kate lives. He bugs her until they go out on another date. He has to get her drunk in order to get more sex. They become a couple with her wearing the pants and him going along with whatever she wants just so she'll spank him later. They get married. They have twins. They want one more kid but her negative attitude keeps them from getting pregnant. They try drugs to help the process. They have six babies at once. Jon never gets sex again. The End.

Here's where the douchebaggery comes in. I used to hate Kate and feel bad for Jon. I think most of America did. However, since we've all had to endure the last few months of Gosslin-mania I'm starting to feel a little sympathy towards Kate and a lot of eye-rolling towards Jon. It doesn't even have anything to do with their divorce, or his new girlfriends. It has everything to do with his hair-plugs and the Ed Hardy clothes.

I see him decked head-to-toe in Ed Hardy gear and I wanna vom in the nearest trashcan. I'm not 100% sure why I feel this way. I guess it's because I read somewhere that Christian Audigier sent the whole family Ed Hardy clothing and he was the only douche who was willing to wear it. Now, because of his horrible taste in clothing and Christian Audigier's bad business sense, we're going to be forced not only to see more of Jon Gosselin's 30-something ass wearing 20-something clothing, but probably his innocent kids too. I just keep waiting for Jon to show up at some skate park wearing those tattoo sleeves they sell at halloween time for people who want to dress like bikers but don't want the commitment of putting 72 tattoos on their arms. It makes me want to kick him in his hair plugs.


Dental Randoms...
Sunday morning I was leaving work and it was raining and kinda blah. As I was pulling out of the hospital a woman was walking into the hospital drive. She was wearing pants and a heavy winter coat. It was orange with brown fur around the hood. She had the hood up over her head and a huge toothless smile on her face. She was probably nuttier than a fruitcake and maybe even smiling because she just kicked a baby bunny all the way down 24th street but I couldn't help but smile too when I passed her. She made my morning seem a little less dreary. Thanks crazy-toothless lady!


Commute Randoms...
For those of you who don't know, I live in Iowa but work in Illinois. The hospital I work at is in the 'hood, but not the deep 'hood. We get lots of shootings and stabbings and the ER is constantly having to go on lock-down.

They are doing construction on the bridge I take to get to work. For those of you not geographically inclined, Iowa and Illinois are separated by the Mississippi, therefore a bridge is necessary for my commute. (: I can get across it pretty easily but the on-ramp home is closed so a lengthy detour is in place. Because of this I started taking another route and bridge home and I love it. It gets me home a few minutes earlier than my original route even without the new detour. I also get to drive downtown along the Mississippi and there is a lot less morning traffic.

My new route does, however, put me right into the deep 'hood. It's never bothered me when I come home because It's 7am and all the drama is usually over and all the gangstas are tucked safely into their beds. Yesterday though, I had to work 2nd shift and so my peaceful route home was a little more scary at 11:30 at night. There were lots of people just wandering around, crossing the street, yelling, running, and just generally being shady. I was so glad to cross the bridge and get out of there.

Schedule Randoms...
Two weeks ago I sent an e-mail to my supervisor and my manager letting them know that once my kids start school on the 10th, I cannot help out on 1st or 2nd shift anymore. I did this because we had one girl on 1st shift who's last week was the coming week at the switchboard and then she was moving to a different department. I can't work other shifts anymore because of Blake's preschool schedule. I have to drive him to his bus, which is about a mile away around 10:30am and pick him back up around 3:45. There is no one else to do this. This is all me. Plus, my first priority is the kiddos, not the hospital. My manager sent me a response telling me he understands, no problem. Not long after that my supervisor put in her resignation. I was glad I got my two-cents in before the schedule got crazier!

Yesterday I get to work and my supervisor, who is working her last week with us, mind you, had sent me an e-mail telling me I had to work 1st shift next Wednesday. Um, no? Seriously? So I sent another e-mail back explaining why I couldn't. "Well can you work 2nd shift that day?" Really? Jesus woman! Why are you messing with my schedule for a period of time when you wont even be my boss anymore?!?!? Asshat.