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I was scheduled for work today from 4:30 to 9:00 but we were insanly slow today. I ended up doing preclose and getting cut by 6:30. Suzy gave everyone an Easter basket and I even got an orange colored egg. I wish I had said more to her though - I was so tired I could barely mummble thanks and shuffle into the store room. I must have seemed fairly ungreatful. And then there was Amanda. Oh, I'm sure the kid doesn't mean it, but she drives me crazy. I trained her and she's always trying to tell me how to do the job. I was about a noodles width away from beating her with a case of spagetti! But I try not to show how much he annoys me because if she knew she'd just rub it in I think.
Then I called my mom and she told me Grandpa's had a heart attack. I really didn't know what to say, I didn't even remember to ask which hospital they were at before I hung up. Then I started to shake. I've never been able to predict how I would react to news as bad as that since I've never been told truely bad news before in my life, but I didn't think it would be so simple. I put my phone away, clocked out, and went to sit down near the door. I almost couldn't put my code in I was shaking so hard. I figured I'd cry or get angry or anything other than just sit there and shake. I called Wes a few seconds after sitting down and he agreed to take me to the hospital if I we could figure out a way to get gas money. I really didn't expect Aze to offer me money and I especially didn't expect to actually take it - I hate taking other peoples money - but I agreed right away. I was so happy I almost kissed her! I called Grandma to make sure she was okay and while she sounded worried she insisted she just needed a nap then she was going back to see Grandpa. Finally Wes got there and we went to my house so I could change and get directions from my dad. I shoved the Easter basket Suzy gave me in the fridge, threw on some clothes, and rushed back outside. We got to the hospital with no problems and I found Grandpa and my mom suprisingly easily. He looked okay. He had wires and tubes all over the place, but he was okay. And then I was okay. I was cheerful and smiled when I saw him and I had no problems kissing him on the cheek and holding his hand like I feared I would. Thankfully, Mom looked okay too, although I think she looked worse than Grandpa.
Two male nursed came in to move Grandpa to the CCU and we followed them up to the third floor. We weren't allowed to go in until they set everything up so Mom, Wes, and I hung around in the waiting room.
God! Waiting rooms! It was a horrible little hole in the wall with a bathroom, a drink machine, and a ratty TV hanging from the wall that looked older than me playing some local acsess Christian Easter special. There was a generic hospital/hotel lamp on a plastic looking end table and a Bible along with the usual oddly patterned waiting room chairs. The lights were dim even when you turned them up all the way. It's like they want to create the most miserable sceanery possible!
We hadn't been there very long when a nurse came back and told Mom Grandma was on the phone. She wanted to be picked up and so that left Wes and I alone. We'd managed to scrounge up enough change for a drink - $1.25 for a 12 ounce - and we fought over who got the first drink of the Vault. I won and we settled for a minute. I stood on one of the drab, fashion challenged chairs and tried to find something less depressing than the crucifixion but the only channels they had were news channels and some basket ball game. Wes snapped that I wasn't supposed to change the channel to which I replied that we were the only ones in here but I got down anyway. We leafed breifly through the Bible and for some reason Wes read some random parts of the it (Kings 19 I think) and we giggled at it for no real reason. We looked at Revelations and I stole it and read a bit about the End. We talked about how Wes should novelize the Bible and make a fortune off it. Or get stoned depending on how well it was recieved.
We finally got fed up and walked down the hall. A hansome looking black man had just gotten off the elevator and suggested that we go in and ask what was taking so long. He must have worked there since he said not to tell anyone he told us that. We chickened out and went back to the room for a few minutes before I finally went back and asked. Turns out he was ready and they just hadn't sent a nurse after us. She had me go out and get my things then sent came back to get us.
When we got in the room a Korean looking male nurse was asking Grandpa the 101 questions and Wes sat in the chair while I rested on the window sill. I'd run my hand over a plastic case with a white sheet a few times before I picked it up to see what it was. On the other side it read "Post Mordem Body Cover". I jumped and pulled a face. They certainly have a lot of faith in the staff, I thought. I showed Wes and he made a face probably identical to the one I had made. I giggled a little and put it back the way it had been before and listened to the questions the nurse was asking my grandpa. Jai, the nurse, asked how many grandchildren he had and once again grandpa forgot he had more grandkids than just me so I intejected and told him there are 7.
Right after he'd finished his quetions, another nurse came in to draw blood. She was nice and explained a few things to us about the hospital equipment and was obviously careful with my grandpa. Normally I wonder how any sane person can make a living off drawing people blood, but for her I felt a strong respect. She really seemed like she wanted us to feel comfortable. Not long after that Mom came back with Grandma and my dad. We visited for a few minutes and Grandma tried no to cry.
Later after we all left (Wes left earlier than the rest of us) my dad took me to Subway at Walmart. I didn't even have to beg and he hung around til Wes got there just so I could see him. It was so sweet.
Anyway, I need to go to bed. Somehow I doubt I will, but goodnight anyway.
Then I called my mom and she told me Grandpa's had a heart attack. I really didn't know what to say, I didn't even remember to ask which hospital they were at before I hung up. Then I started to shake. I've never been able to predict how I would react to news as bad as that since I've never been told truely bad news before in my life, but I didn't think it would be so simple. I put my phone away, clocked out, and went to sit down near the door. I almost couldn't put my code in I was shaking so hard. I figured I'd cry or get angry or anything other than just sit there and shake. I called Wes a few seconds after sitting down and he agreed to take me to the hospital if I we could figure out a way to get gas money. I really didn't expect Aze to offer me money and I especially didn't expect to actually take it - I hate taking other peoples money - but I agreed right away. I was so happy I almost kissed her! I called Grandma to make sure she was okay and while she sounded worried she insisted she just needed a nap then she was going back to see Grandpa. Finally Wes got there and we went to my house so I could change and get directions from my dad. I shoved the Easter basket Suzy gave me in the fridge, threw on some clothes, and rushed back outside. We got to the hospital with no problems and I found Grandpa and my mom suprisingly easily. He looked okay. He had wires and tubes all over the place, but he was okay. And then I was okay. I was cheerful and smiled when I saw him and I had no problems kissing him on the cheek and holding his hand like I feared I would. Thankfully, Mom looked okay too, although I think she looked worse than Grandpa.
Two male nursed came in to move Grandpa to the CCU and we followed them up to the third floor. We weren't allowed to go in until they set everything up so Mom, Wes, and I hung around in the waiting room.
God! Waiting rooms! It was a horrible little hole in the wall with a bathroom, a drink machine, and a ratty TV hanging from the wall that looked older than me playing some local acsess Christian Easter special. There was a generic hospital/hotel lamp on a plastic looking end table and a Bible along with the usual oddly patterned waiting room chairs. The lights were dim even when you turned them up all the way. It's like they want to create the most miserable sceanery possible!
We hadn't been there very long when a nurse came back and told Mom Grandma was on the phone. She wanted to be picked up and so that left Wes and I alone. We'd managed to scrounge up enough change for a drink - $1.25 for a 12 ounce - and we fought over who got the first drink of the Vault. I won and we settled for a minute. I stood on one of the drab, fashion challenged chairs and tried to find something less depressing than the crucifixion but the only channels they had were news channels and some basket ball game. Wes snapped that I wasn't supposed to change the channel to which I replied that we were the only ones in here but I got down anyway. We leafed breifly through the Bible and for some reason Wes read some random parts of the it (Kings 19 I think) and we giggled at it for no real reason. We looked at Revelations and I stole it and read a bit about the End. We talked about how Wes should novelize the Bible and make a fortune off it. Or get stoned depending on how well it was recieved.
We finally got fed up and walked down the hall. A hansome looking black man had just gotten off the elevator and suggested that we go in and ask what was taking so long. He must have worked there since he said not to tell anyone he told us that. We chickened out and went back to the room for a few minutes before I finally went back and asked. Turns out he was ready and they just hadn't sent a nurse after us. She had me go out and get my things then sent came back to get us.
When we got in the room a Korean looking male nurse was asking Grandpa the 101 questions and Wes sat in the chair while I rested on the window sill. I'd run my hand over a plastic case with a white sheet a few times before I picked it up to see what it was. On the other side it read "Post Mordem Body Cover". I jumped and pulled a face. They certainly have a lot of faith in the staff, I thought. I showed Wes and he made a face probably identical to the one I had made. I giggled a little and put it back the way it had been before and listened to the questions the nurse was asking my grandpa. Jai, the nurse, asked how many grandchildren he had and once again grandpa forgot he had more grandkids than just me so I intejected and told him there are 7.
Right after he'd finished his quetions, another nurse came in to draw blood. She was nice and explained a few things to us about the hospital equipment and was obviously careful with my grandpa. Normally I wonder how any sane person can make a living off drawing people blood, but for her I felt a strong respect. She really seemed like she wanted us to feel comfortable. Not long after that Mom came back with Grandma and my dad. We visited for a few minutes and Grandma tried no to cry.
Later after we all left (Wes left earlier than the rest of us) my dad took me to Subway at Walmart. I didn't even have to beg and he hung around til Wes got there just so I could see him. It was so sweet.
Anyway, I need to go to bed. Somehow I doubt I will, but goodnight anyway.