Health Issues

By Heather

I apologize for being absent for this entire week. I went into the hospital on Wednesday and its been a slow recovery since. I have also not been to work since then so I don't have any material for posts. So instead I thought I'd write about my trip to the hospital. But before I continue I want to say this. I know people in the medical profession and I have family that are also in the medical field and they are good and knowledgable about what they do. I do not mean anything in this post as an insult to you or your profession. This is directed to those I encountered at the hospital.

Now I'll start from the beginning when my husband got home from work took one look at me and made this face...

Now I had been feeling terrible for two days and I had been thinking of going but hadn't made the decision to go until that moment. Now it takes a lot for me to willingly admit that I need to go to the hospital because I do not have a good past with doctors. (that's another story) So off we go to the hospital.

They take me to one of the rooms in the ER take down my information, medications I'm on, medication I'm allergic to, etc. And when the nurse asked me for my family doctor I told her I didn't have one since I never got a new one after I moved to a different state. And from then on she treated me like an idiot. She then proceeded to beat the crap out of me. Now as much as I hate the hospital I will sit there and let the nurses and doctors do what they need to do. So I say nothing as she continues to beat me up, taking my blood. After that she tells me its okay to lay down and wait for the doctor to come in. Now the hospital must really be running out of funding because their beds I swear are made out of plywood and sheet metal cushioned with a microscopic layer of matress foam. I don't know how they expect you to lay flat on those things. Every time the nurse comes in she says "Lay flat" well lady I wish I could. And why does every hospital keep their thermostate so low but they have paper thin blankets?



So the doctor came in asked me who my family doctor was and again had to explain to her that I don't have one and again treated me like an idiot from then on. From there I waited for five hours because apparently they had to Fedex my bloodwork to Zimbabwa for analysis and Fedex'd back. So five painful hours later the doctor finally comes back in and tells me I have an infection somewhere in my system and what they are giving me for it. It was hard for me not to be snippy with her since the nurse said that they had my bloodwork back for almost two hours but had to wait for the doctor to see it and tell me about it. So they gave me another bag of water for my IV because I was severely dehydrated and then sent me on my way.

                                       Now I look better but vs. how I feel is another thing.

Brain Mush Pudding...

By Heather

yep...this is where my brain goes when I'm extremely tired...

You hear that?....Its rage....

By Heather

So I'm at work and we got insanely busy. Now I'm getting pretty good with the tinter but I do occasionally do something really dumb. Today was one of those days. Now before I continue with this story I'll tell you the conversation that happened just yesterday. My boss came up to me and told me that we had way to many mis-tints. And we really needed to buckle down and start focusing on what we were doing.

And today I'm really in the routine. I looked behind me to the floor as I'm tinting there's one, maybe two customers. I turn back around a moment later there's fifteen. So I'm trying to get as much done as possible and of course when you rush you make mistakes. This was a really dumb one.

 I'm tinting a line of paint and I'm rushing so much that I didn't realize as I pushed a can down the line to put in the shaker when I realize it wasn't finished being tinted yet. So here I am with tint all over my hands and all over the tinter shelf. And my boss was standing right there next to me. He got me a towel to clean off my hands and cleaned off the shelf as I got my hands clean. But I could tell he was none to happy. It was that quite rage were the air around you suddenly changes and its even so thick in the air you can taste it.



Now in my mind I say "I'm an adult! I can confront the situation and talk to him about it so we can air it out." In reality however...I did not say one damn word. When the rush was done I hid from this man. I did anything possible to avoid him. Buried myself in unloading the truck just so I would be working on something. I'm ashamed to say that I fell into prison rules. Like I witnessed someone getting shanked and I ain't sayin Sh*t.


First off I don't want to say anything because he's angry but he may not be angry specifically with me. He could be pissed because district decided it would be a wonderful idea to have a conference call at ten in the morning, our busiest hour of the day, and that's for every store. So if by chance he wasn't mad at me, I don't want to give him a reason to be mad at me.

Second, he may not even want to talk about it and forcing him to talk about it may make him more angry.



Solution, don't say a darn word. Bury yourself in work and hide...