When I went in to see my grandfather he was worse than I thought. He's stable, and his fever has gone down, but he hasn't opened his eyes in a couple days and is in a state of fitful morphine draped sleep. He doesn't respond to anything except physical stimuli, such as touching his stomach. Right now we're just hoping the infection clears and we can get the risk of an operation down to about the same as the risk of not having the operation.
Thursday, September 30, 2004
Wednesday, September 29, 2004
Why I hate "christians"
This is unfortunately too true.
Last night my Grandfather went into the hospital with Gall stones. Due to his Diabetes, high blood pressure, and other ailments, the doctors are unable to operate. The stones are also infected and he is running a fever of about 104. After getting off of the phone with my Grandmother who gave me the news I called my girlfriend, and then the owner and foreman of the company I'm working with to tell them that I wasn't sure what was going on, but I was only planning on working a half day depending on what progress was made during the night. I got the owners answering machine.
This morning he calls me to find out whats going on. Going on the basis of no news is good news I told him I was only planning on working a half day today depending on what news I heard from G-ma. After describing his condition and my plans his only response was to ask me if I could work an 8 hour day (instead of the usual 9-11 hour days I have put in for the last 19 days straight.) I reather testily replied "my grandfather is in the hospital" and hung up on the greedy fuck.
So I came very close to being unemployed this morning because of this. While working on the site he insisted on talking to me about it and insisted that I was wrong for being testy. He then went on to explain how he was a christian and didn't deserve to be spoken to like that.
Did I over react?
Things are unfortunately not looking good for my grandfather either. He is on morphine and is still in pain, my aunt is flying up from Fla. because right now there are no good signs coming from the hospital. I found this out after leaving work today at noon.
Last night my Grandfather went into the hospital with Gall stones. Due to his Diabetes, high blood pressure, and other ailments, the doctors are unable to operate. The stones are also infected and he is running a fever of about 104. After getting off of the phone with my Grandmother who gave me the news I called my girlfriend, and then the owner and foreman of the company I'm working with to tell them that I wasn't sure what was going on, but I was only planning on working a half day depending on what progress was made during the night. I got the owners answering machine.
This morning he calls me to find out whats going on. Going on the basis of no news is good news I told him I was only planning on working a half day today depending on what news I heard from G-ma. After describing his condition and my plans his only response was to ask me if I could work an 8 hour day (instead of the usual 9-11 hour days I have put in for the last 19 days straight.) I reather testily replied "my grandfather is in the hospital" and hung up on the greedy fuck.
So I came very close to being unemployed this morning because of this. While working on the site he insisted on talking to me about it and insisted that I was wrong for being testy. He then went on to explain how he was a christian and didn't deserve to be spoken to like that.
Did I over react?
Things are unfortunately not looking good for my grandfather either. He is on morphine and is still in pain, my aunt is flying up from Fla. because right now there are no good signs coming from the hospital. I found this out after leaving work today at noon.
Tuesday, September 28, 2004
My life, boring boring.. tragedy, boring.
I've been sitting around doing nothing but playing video games, going to work and occasionally swearing at other drivers during my 45-60 mile commute every day. Here is an average daily itinerary:
5:45 am Alarm goes off, Snooze button is hit.
5:55 Repeat.
6:05 One more time for good measure
6:15 Wake up hit the bathroom, brush my teeth, get dressed, drive to work listening to NPR.
7:30- 6:30 Paint houses and berate the foreman. Not because he needs it, but because it gives me something to do.
7:30 get home, play video games
9:00 eat, or realize I haven't eaten, don't feel like doing the dishes, so I say fuck it; and go to bed.
I used to do stuff, I mean, I have more concert stubs than Nirvana has songs about heroin. (Name where I stole that line from and I'll give you a hearty thumbs up)
Boring, completely boring. Unfortunately by the time I get home I just don't have the energy to be interesting, even to myself. So I do nothing. But now I am writing in here a little bit. It's not much, but it's something.
Maybe I just need a day or two off. I haven't had one since Labor day weekend. I don't think it counts as a day off if you plan working, but get rained out. But that's just me.
5:45 am Alarm goes off, Snooze button is hit.
5:55 Repeat.
6:05 One more time for good measure
6:15 Wake up hit the bathroom, brush my teeth, get dressed, drive to work listening to NPR.
7:30- 6:30 Paint houses and berate the foreman. Not because he needs it, but because it gives me something to do.
7:30 get home, play video games
9:00 eat, or realize I haven't eaten, don't feel like doing the dishes, so I say fuck it; and go to bed.
I used to do stuff, I mean, I have more concert stubs than Nirvana has songs about heroin. (Name where I stole that line from and I'll give you a hearty thumbs up)
Boring, completely boring. Unfortunately by the time I get home I just don't have the energy to be interesting, even to myself. So I do nothing. But now I am writing in here a little bit. It's not much, but it's something.
Maybe I just need a day or two off. I haven't had one since Labor day weekend. I don't think it counts as a day off if you plan working, but get rained out. But that's just me.
Thursday, September 23, 2004
A funny thing happenned to people I don't know.
And I can't tell you about it because I can't check the facts. Sigh, it's days like this I wish I was Fox or CBS. Just so I could tell the story without any ethical considerations regarding its truth.
Wednesday, September 22, 2004
Apathy: The horse you rode in on.
I've always liked that phrase. "....And the horse you rode in on. " Simply because it can be added to the end of so many different phrases. Spanning many different social situations.
Argument at a bar: (Obvious ex. first)
"Yeah, well fuck you and the horse you rode in on!!"
Being robbed :
"Give me all of your money ... and the horse you rode in on."
Pick up lines:
"I'm going to spend all night making love to you... and the horse you rode in on."
Ok, so the last example isn't a sterling example of the quality of the phrase. But I don't care. Which brings us back to the apathy portion of the Title.
Argument at a bar: (Obvious ex. first)
"Yeah, well fuck you and the horse you rode in on!!"
Being robbed :
"Give me all of your money ... and the horse you rode in on."
Pick up lines:
"I'm going to spend all night making love to you... and the horse you rode in on."
Ok, so the last example isn't a sterling example of the quality of the phrase. But I don't care. Which brings us back to the apathy portion of the Title.
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