Loading ...So for Mother’s Day my mother got a trip to the hospital in an ambulance. That was late last night. She sounded much better this morning, and we’re unsure of when she might be cut loose.
But I tell ya. Those EMTs were some of the unhealthiest looking men I’ve ever seen. It doesn’t inspire a lot of confidence when couple of weebles come wobbling up in an emergency. And the driver of the ambulance had to be at least 85 years old. I do not want grandpa taking a Sunday drive to the hospital when I’m in desperate need of medical attention.
For recreation this weekend, I’m been trying to learn a new programming language, then I realised, god I need to get out more. If thats recreation, I’ve really gone to hell. There was a time when recreation was dropping a hit of acid and hitching a ride to the nearest big city. I can’t help but think there is something deeply wrong with the thought, “Hmmm…. learning a new programming language. That sounds like fun!”
Woke up this morning with two cats fighting on my face. Bea likes to lie next to my head at night, and Cleto likes to lie on my chest. But this morning I thing they did so at the same time, which put them in too-close proximity with one another. I imagine Bea started whacking on Cleto like she tends to do, and Cleto - now that he’s older - has started fighting back.
Ah… sibling rivalry. Nothing wrong with sibling rivalry - I just don’t want it happening on my face.
Oh, and I did spill my seed on barren ground this morning, so to speak. So my Breederless Day ritual is completed.
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Yeah, Che. I think we’re in the same boat on the our unbelievable recreation activities. I can’t even believe what I get paid for is what I do. I think Richard and I have both decided that our jobs are a problem so large that they’re severely crippling our lives. IMO, it’s not worth it. We’re going to have to figure something out but things have to change. Soon, before it’s too late.
Sorry to hear about your mom. Hope she’s better now. Scary thought when your health-care provider (EMT) looks as bad as the patient, and potentially could put the patient at some risk of a traffic accident! I guess you were lucky this time.
It’s not every day that you can say you woke up with a cat fight going on literally in your face. When I first read the title of this post, I though you mean it metaphorically. Hopefully, you didn’t sustain any injuries.
Well Mom’s doing better, but they’re going to keep her a couple of days I think.
Glad to hear your mom’s doing better but it’s too bad she has to stay for a while. Hopefully, she’ll be home soon.
Good to hear mom’s OK…
Those EMT workers are just cast for their jobs.. Nights of Ill Health..
I guess we all got to get out more; in a fresh air kind of sense. With Che breathing cat’s asses, Mojo on paper scuffed air and Richard on a kerosine diet..
Me? I’ve seen too much soldering iron at late… Old school lead enhanced kind of soldering. Franticly designing and building new music making stuff.
It’s like programming. But a little more nerdy.
Fresh air, my friends! Fresh air, i say!