Observations from the ER

I’ve uncovered my missing 50 pairs of black socks. I can’t tell you how relieved I am to have them put away properly in their assigned tote in the closet. I don’t know what bothered me more, that they were missing, or that the tote was empty, thus throwing off the balance of the entire closet. In any event, crisis averted. Winter has arrived in Ohio and I’m very happy to say there have been no weather hysterics over the 32 degrees we’ve been experiencing. I’m in a bit of a pickle though because all the parka type clothing I bought for the Minnesota winter is way too hot here. I can’t decide if I want to have warm sweats or comfy sweats on because my internal temperature changes every 30 minutes. It’s annoying. Eventually I’ll adjust.

In other news, we had some excitement this week. Glenn had the unfortunate experience of having a kidney stone. It was as traumatic as you can imagine and culminated in our spending most of Monday in the emergency room with some very scary people. There was the group of Muslim women gathered in one corner, apparently having some type of religious experience. It started out as a group of 3 and ended up being 8 or 9. There was the couple wearing matching Dr. masks over their mouth and nose as if they feared the cooties in the room. There was a woman wearing a hideous pair of culottes with a hoodie that did not match whatsoever and her daughter who had flannel pajama pants on with a sweater and looked as if she did not own a hairbrush. There was the bleeder who came in and got to cut in front of everyone else (bastard), and finally a man in a wheelchair who I thought had expired numerous times. I entertained myself by trying to see if he was still breathing every few minutes or so. I would have moved closer so it would be easier to detect, but the other game I played while waiting was to figure out who had showered that day and who had not. He had not. I had to Lysol myself down when I finally got home. I could not believe I got caught in a waiting room without a book. I spent an enormous amount of time disgusted with myself for my poor planning. Glenn was no help in passing the time as he was hunched in extreme pain for the two hours we sat there. I don’t know if you realize this, but when one is passing a kidney stone they are not much fun to be around at all. I will tell you though, the Ranger was very stoic, much more so than I would have been. He wouldn’t even sit in the wheelchair to take the mile long walk from the ER to get a CAT scan. He walked like the bad ass he is, even with an IV in his arm for the pain. I would have been much more dramatic, and almost asked if I could ride in the wheelchair if he wasn’t going to because my foot was hurting. I had the good sense to remember it was not all about me and kept my mouth shut.

There was some drama personally this week. My laptop had to be wiped clean because I had about 750 million viruses. This was no bueno. I had to actually read my instruction manual to figure out how to transfer my contacts back to outlook, and I still don’t have my printer working properly. Don’t even get me started on my itunes. It’s TRAGIC! I have graduated to having over 100,000 songs, and I’ll have to recreate my itunes library once I have a new computer. My personal tech support person has advised me my laptop can’t support all that music and I will have to wait until he builds me a new computer. It’s just so awful! I have not been able to add any songs to my ipod for almost two months. I can’t even talk about it any more I’m so distraught.