Colin Powell dead at 84. I always liked that man. I don’t really know why. This makes me sad.
I’m sick of WP. They make me sign in over and over and over when I want to comment or like. And I cannot like a post until AFTER I comment. WTH?????
Changed the damn font size again too. POS site. Every new paragraph requires resetting the damn font size.
Jason is having surgery today. I’m worried and so is his son Kevin, He called up there. “He is still in Surgery” STILL?? He had to be there at 7:30am. It’s now 12:45pm. (Update 1:20pm Kevin got a ‘procedure started’ text……wth???)
For 4 weeks they blew him off about how red, hot, and sore his leg was. (“Oh, OK. *pause* Now let’s get you walking on that still broken leg!”) Yes, It is still broken. There are gaps between the bones. They are not still growing back together. He has not only a RAGING infection, but part of the large bone they SHOVED a rod into is dying. So they will have to do some serious fixing today.
Morons. I am so angry. But then it just validates why I gave up on that hospital and moved to Mayo. Jason gets to the hospital this morning and they cannot find his name on the list. They even forgot to tell ADMITTING they changed his check in time! THEY called and changed it from 11am to 7:30am and didn’t bother to let anyone else know.
WTH? So I’ve been sitting here at work worrying. And I still have no word on how he is. Kevin will call again in a bit. I have a bad feeling that it’s worse than they thought after they got in there.
Guess they shouldn’t have blown his concerns off for 4 weeks. huh???
Been having a tiff with the Grandson over Papa’s toolbox.
The value of this box when Papa Nick was using it is $25,000 box/tools combined. G’son wanted to give me 1/4 that. No. It’s worth WAY more than that. I’m not GIVING it away. So we finally got together yesterday in my garage, worked out a deal and we are both happy. I love that boy but I did tell him what for yesterday. The ONE person who gives as much as I do, is the ONE person you don’t piss off and insult. OOPs.
Puppies start leaving this Saturday. It makes me sad and yet I want my house/life back. They are getting too attached to me and need to be with their new furever family. They are well behaved and ready to go. Momma doesn’t want them nursing anymore. I have a major clean up job on my screen porch. And Stella goes in next month for spaying.
Incredibly disappointed in no color for my trees this year. Makes me sad too.