Well, it has been a while, hasn’t it? Terribly sorry. I’m afraid I’ve been a bit busy recently, and I did get to have an adventure as well, so at least I’ve got stuff to comment on now. Not that anyone pays attention to any of this.
On Wednesday, I got to have a bonifide trip in an ambulance. Looking back on it now, it was quite amusing, especially the sign above the back doors that read “Providing You With Quality Care” or something thereof. Wouldn’t that be oh so comforting if that was the last thing you saw before you died? Lovely. At the time, of course, I was a bit too freaked to notice the amusement.
I’m still not quite sure what happened, actually. I don’t care to go into too much detail, as it is boring, but I was alone at work and my heartbeat reacted oddly when I had to use my asthma inhaler. So I do the 911 thing, they come and collect me, monitor me, and drive me over to ye olde DeKalb hospital, where I then wait two hours to see a doctor and one more hour to finally be let home. By that time, Steven had said “Fuq school,” and was one hour in to the three hour trip up here from Auburn. I was so glad he drove all that way just for me. I am also eternally grateful to my boss and his family, who kept me company while I was sitting there contemplating what looked to be a booger on the curtain (hey, it’s an improvement over the last time I was in an ER (Brookwood), where I saw blood on the ceiling). After all, I don’t know anybody in this town except them and my Renton, who as yet has not learned how to drive. Heck, we’re still working on the toliet thing with him.
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Speaking of Renton, there seem to be no stories about him recently. He is being too good, too sweet, too unlike himself lately for there to be any interesting stories. Not that I’m complaining. It’s nice to know that I can trust him in the computer/guest/extra room while I run to the bathroom for two minutes. It’s been quite a wonderful luxury; I wonder where my karma is gonna make me pay.
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Random fact: 87 days ’till Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. And, of course, that leads into . . .
88 days until Howard Shore himself conducts the Atlanta Symphony Orchestra in the music from Lord of the Rings. I’ve got my tickets in the chifferobe; where are yours?