Ptownkid
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I need to rant, so here goes...
Tuesday night I get a call from my cousin, he tells me that my Grandmother is in the hospital. No one bothered to call me on Monday for who knows what reason. So I get myself in order to leave first thing on Wednesday morning so I can hopefully get there before she passes. It had been almost a year since i saw her last.
Wednesday morning I get a call to tell me not to hurry, she didn't make it through the night. Really made me wish someone had given me that extra 24 hours.....
So the wife and I head out Friday morning for Montreal (5 hour drive), make it safe and sound and I manage to drown some of my sorrows with a constant supply of shots from my cousin. They were sure as hell needed because I found out last second that nobody thought that they could get up and speak at the funeral. I decided to not let that happen and wrote something the night before, wasn't easy.
Funeral gets completely botched by the funeral home, in every way possible, from the flowers not being there, the her name misspelled, to the incorrect birth date on the death certificate...and that's not even all the mistakes. Somehow we managed to keep it together and still make it a beautiful ceremony.
That night my Grandfathers in chest defibrillator goes off...not good. Then again over night, and again in the morning...ok hospital time...again. During the ambulance ride it went off 12 fucking times, in 10 minutes. Now i don't know how much people know about these gizmos...but they are pretty much as powerful as the paddles, and they engage when the heart is going about 250bpm. He told me that it hurts in the worst way imaginable, and it feel like someone just belted you in the chest with a sledge hammer. When it went of the first time, he moved the kitchen table over two feet.
So we decide that we aren't going home that day as planned, but will stick around to find out what the hell is going on. I was planning on staying a few extra days, but my wife HAD to get home, and I couldn't bear the thought of letting my pregnant wife drive all the way alone...I made the tough decision to go with her.
About 1.5 hours into our homeward trip, the transmission in the car lost everything above 2nd gear...so we limped along the shoulder until we came to an exit that seemed like it might have the possibility of having at least an inn. Being a holiday monday, we knew it wasn't getting fixed that day. By the time we got it to a garage this morning, it needed a new engine and transmission, about 4k. So...we decided to take the plates off, empty it out, and leave it with the dealership. Had to rent a car to get home.
So now we have to get a bloody car, and our baby is coming in about 12 weeks. Feeling just the slightest bit stressed right now.
Gonna have to get a white market thread going and move some goods.
If there is a light at the end of the tunnel...i think the bulb may have burnt out, better replace it with an LED this time.
Tuesday night I get a call from my cousin, he tells me that my Grandmother is in the hospital. No one bothered to call me on Monday for who knows what reason. So I get myself in order to leave first thing on Wednesday morning so I can hopefully get there before she passes. It had been almost a year since i saw her last.
Wednesday morning I get a call to tell me not to hurry, she didn't make it through the night. Really made me wish someone had given me that extra 24 hours.....
So the wife and I head out Friday morning for Montreal (5 hour drive), make it safe and sound and I manage to drown some of my sorrows with a constant supply of shots from my cousin. They were sure as hell needed because I found out last second that nobody thought that they could get up and speak at the funeral. I decided to not let that happen and wrote something the night before, wasn't easy.
Funeral gets completely botched by the funeral home, in every way possible, from the flowers not being there, the her name misspelled, to the incorrect birth date on the death certificate...and that's not even all the mistakes. Somehow we managed to keep it together and still make it a beautiful ceremony.
That night my Grandfathers in chest defibrillator goes off...not good. Then again over night, and again in the morning...ok hospital time...again. During the ambulance ride it went off 12 fucking times, in 10 minutes. Now i don't know how much people know about these gizmos...but they are pretty much as powerful as the paddles, and they engage when the heart is going about 250bpm. He told me that it hurts in the worst way imaginable, and it feel like someone just belted you in the chest with a sledge hammer. When it went of the first time, he moved the kitchen table over two feet.
So we decide that we aren't going home that day as planned, but will stick around to find out what the hell is going on. I was planning on staying a few extra days, but my wife HAD to get home, and I couldn't bear the thought of letting my pregnant wife drive all the way alone...I made the tough decision to go with her.
About 1.5 hours into our homeward trip, the transmission in the car lost everything above 2nd gear...so we limped along the shoulder until we came to an exit that seemed like it might have the possibility of having at least an inn. Being a holiday monday, we knew it wasn't getting fixed that day. By the time we got it to a garage this morning, it needed a new engine and transmission, about 4k. So...we decided to take the plates off, empty it out, and leave it with the dealership. Had to rent a car to get home.
So now we have to get a bloody car, and our baby is coming in about 12 weeks. Feeling just the slightest bit stressed right now.
Gonna have to get a white market thread going and move some goods.
If there is a light at the end of the tunnel...i think the bulb may have burnt out, better replace it with an LED this time.
