Sunday, April 16, 2017

Happy Easter

Eh, I'm sitting here, crochet needle in hand, working on a gift for Pamit.  Grandson is with me today, his daddy napping in the recliner.  Hahaha, I free ranged him so I could get some gardening work done!  Taught the little bub how to get down the porch stairs not face first.  He's a smart little feller, he got it almost instantly and went up and down a dozen times to " show" me he could.  Not scared of the grass like his daddy was, he took off straight away chasing chickens with Grandma close behind!

Life here has been turned on its ear, most of my livestock are sold off.  Cancer is costing me everything.  Topping that off, my current employer has lost their contract with the major tire producer I've been working for.  New company taking over and I'm not too thrilled with them.  I am torn between working for them(not trusting them to not use me to train new staff and then let me go) and taking the unemployment package from my current employer.  I've been searching the job market for the last month, not found anything yet.  I've got a week left.  Topping that off is the mess going on with the grandson.  His momma (womb donor) can't stop dumping him on anyone who will take him and I'm tired of being extorted for money with threats of "you'll never see him again unless you give me money".  OMG, it's a horror story and the poor baby is the victim.  My son has finally stood up and put his foot down.  Filed for parental custody.  Thank God!  That girl needs stopped.

I'm working on getting the farm cleaned up so I can possibly sell it to someone.  Anyone actually.  My son's health is sucking every dime from me and it's farming or the cancer.

Oh!  Let me tell you about what happened to me at work last week Saturday night!  Co-worker had a dumpster on the hook (in between the forks and rotated) and I walked over to help him out.  As I reached in to pull the fabric strips we needed to bake out of it, the dumpster fell off the forks, shifted and fell on me.  Split my head wide open, smashed my shoulder and elbow, pinned me to the floor by me steel toe boot.  Oh yah, I bled like a slaughtered hog.  So, I get to the ER (Good Sam in Mt vernon- aka clown show) for a head CT.  Apparently, I have a head like a rock.  The nurse comes in with a plastic tub, towel, a few bottles of only she knows what and a scrub brush.  Now, mind you, I have a football sized heamatoma on my head, above my right eye and I'm dripping blood.  She says to me," I'm gonna scrub your head so we can put some staples in it".  I look at here, then that toilet brush she had in her hand and I reply " oh no.  No you will not".  Double hell no.  She says but it will leave a scar.  I just bust out laughing.  Really?  Okay, just you fill out that paperwork, I gotta go.  No scull fracture, yup, I'm leaving.  She tells me I need pain killers and antibiotics.  Yep, I start laughing again.  Poor lady don't know what to do.  I'm say " okay, I need a tetanus shot" just because I know HR will want me to get one(those dumpsters are a bit nasty,) and wouldn't ya know it, Good Sam does not have a tetanus shot on the premises!  Yep, time for me to go.  But wait, can't go yet, the front desk mishandled the mandatory drug screen sample, I gotta pre in the cup again.  Geez, I'm never getting out of there!  Sigh, okay, let's do this.  Done, signed out and drove myself home.  It's been a week, no piss, no infection, no tetanus and no narcotics.  Almost healed, still a small lump of blood to absorb and mild pain at the trauma site.  I didn't look any hair and no frickin staples.

Yep, never a full moment.......

3 comments:

  1. Oh no, I am glad you suffered no more than you did. I don't want staples anywhere in me.

    If your husband has enough health problems, he may not get custody. However, he can help you get custody. Then, he can say he is helping you with son and she can pay child support. She probably won't, but the threat may cause her to back off. My friend knew he would not get custody but helped his mother get custody. Good luck.

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    1. I meant son not husband.

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    2. Lol Linda, I know you know I divorced! Lol. This week has been a whirlwind. On a good note, the head wound has finally stopped itching! It's about healed now. Just a small lump left. I didn't have to duct tape it, lol

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