My Day Today...X-posted from Myspace
Here was my day:
Wake up to go to McDonalds for breakfast with my mom before working 8 hours at the store.
Get call from my mom saying that Fram (my grandma) is trying to puke (her body won't let her unless it gets really, really bad) and that my mom will be late.
Leave for work and hit the drive thru with my mom at about 9:30. She tells me that grandma said she was feeling better and booted her off to class...but that grandma was to call the store and then 911 if she felt ill again and that I should locate my mom and let her know.
Start checking. Have 2 customers. Hear phone ring. Start a mondo-gigantor order only to have Kim come to me and say that Fram called and I need to find my mom.
Call Fram. She finally puked and I have to find my mom.
-Ok...did you call 911 like my mom said to?
-No. They can't get in anyway, the door is locked.
-Well...ok...but do you think you need to?
-No.
-Ok, I'll call the art office and have them find my mom.So, I call the art office and tell them that my mom is in Art History and that she needs to call home right away. I call Fram back.
-Ok, I called. She's going to call you when she gets the message.
-Ok. I feel dizzy. Should I call 911?
-Well...if they can't get in...
-I can call Debbie (the building manager type person) but I don't know...
-Do it.
10 minutes later I had not heard from my mom. So...I call Fram back.
-What's going on?
-Debbie is here.
-Did you call 911?
-Well, they're not going to take me all the way to Milwaukee (She hates the Dr's in Fort)
-God DAMN IT GRANDMOTHER (at this point I'm crying in the break room, where my main boss, a few others and the brand new representatives from the bread and doughnut supplier are sitting) HANG UP THE PHONE AND CALL 911!!!
So...Dennis, my manager (who sounds a little like Mr. Burns) asks me what is wrong...lol...and I'm crying, trying to explain and finally he's like - Do you just want to go? So I say yes, not even caring that I don't drive and that my grandmother's house is 3 miles away.
I get out of the store and try calling Jason, but he doesn't answer. So I call Tina. She picks me up in like 2 minutes flat and we drive to the CA. I'm just about to go in when I see my om sitting in her car. APPARETNLY her class didn't start till 11. Oops. Anway, we go home and the paramedics are there and they take her to Fort.
We're at Fort all damn day. During this time, Fram had x-rays and a CAT Scan and it was finally determined that there is some kind of intestinal blockage, why, we're not sure. But, there was so much acid in her stomach that it was having to come out somehow, and since it couldn't go down... it had to come up.
She has a tube in her nose and it goes down into her stomach, basically pumping out the acid. We're not talking like a little here. We're talking like...a good 6 cups of this thick, yellow-green, opaque stuff that looked like a few days expired orange juice. No wonder she was ill.
She'll be in the hospital for 2-3 days. Tomorrow they're doing a scope to see what the blockage is. Hopefully they can fix it without surgery.
Oh and at one point today my mom and I got lunch in the coffee shop and my mom had what I will call "White Trash Taco Salad". it was a bed of lettuce with taco meat, cheese, tomatoes, black olives, taco sauce and DORITOS sprinkled across the top for crunch.
Oy Fucking Vey.