Thanks Sister! Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr…………..

It just dawned on me that the picture I used for my previous post was the perfect picture for this post so that’s why you’re seeing it twice in a row. 

Thanks to my sister *said through clinched teeth*  now I’m forced to tell about my trip to the hospital on Thursday which really wasn’t that bad or funny and it wasn’t my fault.  Nope, not one bit of it. 

First you have to understand that I was rudley awakened by my ex-husband calling to tell me my daughter had been taken to the local hospital the night before and that day she would be transported to the big city hospital about 100 miles away. 

I was in Texas so the first thing I did was call my sister to go find out what was going on and be there to take her to the City so my ex-husband wouldn’t be the one who did that.  I was frantically getting myself ready and throwing things in my suitcase.  HBL came home to help me get the car loaded and get on my way to Oklahoma City.  It’s about a 4 hour drive from where I am in Texas but I made it in three and a half and had the displeasure to be stuck on the cell phone the entire trip. 

The irritating calls were the business calls I was fielding because  we had the closing from hell scheduled for Friday.  I’d thrown files and folders at HBL as I was running out the front door and yelling instructions to do this and take care of that and the poor man was going to get the pleasure of handling it so I was passing along information from the much too chirpy buyers agent and calling to make sure HBL was doing everything he’d been told see what was going on.

My right ear was red and aching from cramming that damn phone in my ear for over 3 hours and I was within ten minutes of the hospital=======finally.   HBL called all frantic saying he had to meet the buyers at the house in thirty minutes with a document that had to be signed and he couldn’t get his computer to print.  I gave him my limited knowledge on how to make things print and that was to turn off the computer and turn it back on, then hope for the best. 

It didn’t work.  He called back.  I’m getting this pop up box blah blah blah.  Uhm, again—turn it off and back on.  I tried that already and it didn’t work.  It keeps asking if I want to save it and I’ve tried saying yes and no and nothing works.  Uhm again—–have you tried turning it off and back on?   Also, have I mentioned that I’m 230 miles away and I can’t see the damn computer much less tell him how to fix it over the phone??

Meanwhile I’ve found the hospital and I’m cruising around the parking lot like you do at malls, following people who look like they might be going to their car and leaving so I can have their parking spot. They are glancing over their shoulder wondering if I’m about to mug them or maybe just run them over.  I finally find a spot way too small for my gas guzzling SUV but I squeeze in anyway and the whole time I’m still on the damn phone with HBL.  I park and head inside but my sister said they parked on the East side and went in the East entrance.  The only entrance that is sort of on the East side is more Northeast and says “Patient Entrance” so I go in there and I’m running around with this damn phone glued to my red irritated ear listening to HBL on the other end yelling at his computer. 

I’m searching for something that says 9 Eastsince that’s the elevator Sister said I should take and nothing says 9 anything and meanwhile HBL is still talking and saying What do I do?  This computer won’t print?.  Have I mentioned that you might fix it by turning it off and back on?  YES!  I’VE DONE THAT ALREADY.  Well then try to copy it and send it to your documents or email or somewhere.  I’ve tried and I can’t and I keep getting these messages that say……blah blah blah. 

I’m still wandering around this huge hospital and HBL is again describing what the pop up boxes say and I finally snap.  I. DON’T. KNOW.  I’M. IN. THE. HOSPITAL!  FOR PETE’S SAKE.   He says goodbye in his “fine. Goodbye” voice and hangs up then I look around and start wondering why Baptist Hospital was doing so much advertising for Mercy Hospital.  Oh crap!  I was at Mercy hospital which is way North of OKC and I should have been at Baptist which is back to the South of where I am by a ways. 

I call sister and daughter and tell them, yes I’m on my way but I’ve taken a slight detour.  Sister howls and I just growl, hang up, and head back to the packed parking lot to give up my parking spot to someone who hopefully was supposed to be there. 

So that’s my hospital story and I blame it all on HBL and his damn Vista software on his PC.  It’s all his fault.  That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. 

Now Sister, I hope you’re happy that you got everyone stirred up and I was forced to admit how incompetent I really am.  

P.S.  I’m still in the hospital and I forgot my glasses so I’m typing blind and I got very little sleep last night.

P.P.S. What is the penalty for strangling a CNA who spends the entire night flipping on the big light every two hours just so she can check daughters ice that she couldn’t have anyway, and then she walks out and leaves the light on?  

P.P.P.S.  If I click my heels three times will I be home in my own bed???

P.P.P.P.S.  I obviously wrote this a few days ago.  I’m home now, at least for one night and decided to hit the publish button and get this over with.   Thanks sister!!!   Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr…..

HAPPY TRAILS, Y’ALL