Wednesday, November 17, 2004

Asshats and Buttmunch and Clusterfuck, Oh My!

What day Monday was! We had to get up at the butt-crack of dawn to get Hubby to the North Chicago VA by 0730 so that he could catch the shuttle to the Westside VA in Downtown Chicago for his 0900 appointment.
We made it there by 0725, so far, so good.
I stood out side smoking, (I don't smoke in my car, hubby doesn't smoke) when the cell phone rang. It was my brother. He is sick, having urinary probs, dribbling with a small amount of stringy blood (sister-in-law and I are ragging him to see a doc and will not let up until he does) can I pick my nephew up at O'Hare airport in the afternoon? Ok, I hate city traffic, but nephew is 15 and it is the first time he has flown alone so no prob. I tell him to call me with the details. He says he will.
I hang up and go back in the VA and sit with hubby, the shuttle is late. It doesn't leave until 0830, it take aprox. 1 - 1.5 hrs. to get to Westside from North Chicago, hubby will be late, but they are keeping him over night (oral surgery), we say goodbye, I go home.
I get home, grab the last beerbrat from the fridge, eat that while I play Sims.
Around 1030 SIL (sister-in-law) calls, have I heard from my bro? Yes, but not since about 0730. She has been calling home and getting no answer. She bet he fell asleep, which he was worried about, (he works third shift and has only had five hours of sleep since Saturday) cause he sleeps like the dead. She will call down to Virginia and call me back with the flight info.
I hop into the shower and get dressed. Then play more Sims.
At 1245 the phone rings, its SIL, he is arriving on United at 230 our time, it tell her keep calling her house until bro answers, I'm leaving now as it takes anywhere from 1-2 hrs. to get to the airport depending on traffic.
I run upstairs, put on a bra, grab my coat, phone, a check so I can put gas in the car and head to Jewel. I get to Jewel, park, get halfway to the door and realize that I don't have my wallet so I can't cash a check, shit, so back to the car. I head back home. Halfway home, my bro calls, I just got up, where am I , I tell him, he says. "I guess I better call the wife" I say that would be a good idea. I get home, run in, get my wallet, find out that I had left the coffee pot on, turn it off and head back to Jewel. About halfway to Jewel, the phone rings, it is my bro, "Where are you" I tell him "I'm getting my shoes and socks on now, I'm coming with" I ask if he has cash, he tells me he has his ATM card, good enough, he can buy gas and pay for parking. I pick him up. Off to the airport we go. It starts to rain, and every asshat in northern Illinois is on the Tollway!
Finally, we get to O'Hare, I forgot the paper with the airline written on it and can't remember if it is American or United, bro says he is sure that it is American. We go to hourly parking at terminal 3, for American airlines, found a good parking spot, easy to find and went to baggage claim, the time is now 250. No sign of my nephew anywhere, bro is getting worried, I check the monitors, no incoming flights from Norfolk! It has to be United! That is in terminal 1, at the other end of the airport!!!!!!
We find the airport transport, and take it to terminal 1, bro is getting worried at this point as we are pretty late. We finally get to baggage claim, and check the monitors, it shows that the bags are in at number 4, no nephew, almost no one, and no baggage. Bro has him paged. I am checking the monitors again and realize that we read the line for Newark, the plane from Norfolk doesn't arrive for another 30 minutes and baggage claim is at number 12!
I need a cigarette!
Finally, we get nephew safe and sound, get back on airport transit, got back to terminal 3, find the car, get back on the Tollway in time for rush-hour, among every buttmunch from northern Illinois and southern Wisconsin that ever owned a car! I get them dropped off at home, and I finally arrive at home. I go inside, throw my keys down, check the answering machine, turn on the computer, I know that hubby has probably tried calling with his room number. There are a lot of attempted calls on the machine, the phone rings, it is 530, I still have my coat on, it's hubby. "Honey, I'm at the North Chicago VA, I've been here since 230, I need a ride home, I'm starving, I haven't eaten all day", WHAT! I'm on my way! So I run back out the door and pick him up at the VA and bring him home. The poor man! I make some chicken noodle soup, strain it, give him the broth, and I eat the rest. I ask him about his day.
The Oral surgeon didn't see him until 100. While the room whas very clean, there was no irrigation, suction, or anwhere for him to spit out excess fluid. The student who did the majority of the procedure, used gauze to absorb as much as possible and hubby had to swallow the rest. They used about 4 shots to numb him up so he was awake during the procedure. The informed him that they would not be keeping him overnight as there were no beds available. He needed to go to the pharmacy to get his pain meds and mouthwash. There was over an hour wait for the prescriptions and he couldn't wait or he would miss the shuttle back so they are mailing them to him. So he came home with no meds or mouthwash. Fortunately, he had some pain meds here, and I have sage tea tat makes an excellent mouthwash. He is having very little pain or swelling. He is on soft food, but his after care sheet has nothing on it about follow up care, so I will have to call them. Hubby has to sleep with his head and chest elevated for a couple of days, so he is sleeping in the recliner.
Now, the day was not quite over, just when I thought I could finally relax, I called an spoke with my sister. She had taken her cat, Tiger to the vet, he wasn't acting right. Leukemia! They had to put him down, they are devastated! Tiger was only 7 years old, he had adopted them, 6 years ago.
I hate fuckin Mondays!!!

Broomhilda worshipped the goddess at 8:11 AM

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