Life of a former witch

I've outgrown my wicked witch of the west ways. Reflections of life afterwards, living in the desert with two cats, friends, family, and my hot and cold love life.

Saturday, March 31, 2007

how did I luck out?

Friday (the day after my birthday) was not a good day.

Thursday, my sister was in the hospital. She thought she had kidney stones, but had spent most of the night in pain and throwing up. So she went to the ER and was admitted. They started to think it was her gallbladder. By Thursday night, we learned that her gallbladder was infected and surgery was scheduled for Friday.

My mom was on her way to see my sister Friday morning. She tripped on a curb going into the hospital, and fell on her face. So instead of going to see my sister, she was in the ER getting a head CT, knee x-rays, and stitches on her nose. Nothing broken except the nose. So three stitches and lots of pain medicine, she got to go home.

But my dad also had to go into the cancer center wing for a last infusion of fluids and potassium to recover from the stomach flu that we all had.

So by 11:30 Friday, I learned that my mom, dad, and sister were all in Scottsdale Memorial Hospital North.

At that point, I asked to stay away from the key machine, glass cutter, and anything possibly causing bodily harm. (Which in retrospect, could be anything in that building.) I was partly kidding, but I really wondered if I was next to have something horrible happen.

The worst thing that happened - spilled coffee on my shirt.

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Finally caught up

Okay, I realized that since I would work on Tuesday (my regular day off) to make up for missing two days being sick would mean working six days straight. But it sucked. My birthday being in the middle of the six days would suck even more.

But I got through it.

My birthday was kinda eh. No boyfriend, but I wore my pretty "least useful present". Got a lot of "happy birthdays", and each cashier saw it on the calendar so they each paged me for an urgent issue of birthday wishes. One of the floor guys actually used the overhead intercom to say "the nice tool girl is having a birthday today, so wish her a happy birthday." I thought we actually were empty, but then this sweet boy called my name and said "happy birthday," which melted my heart. Another floor guy took me to lunch.

The former manager dropped by today and took me to lunch with a couple other guys from the lumber yard (that I like fine enough).