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Geezus..
15 years ago
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Walmart owned my ass for so long, I haven't had a chance to go anywhere or do ANYTHING with ANYONE for the past couple of months. I had so many things happen, I'll just start from the beginning.
I worked with this.. Monster of a woman. She didn't even know how to clean up after herself, a simple piece of paper, yet, if I didn't take the trash out, or if I didn't so much as put a pen back where she had originally left it, she'd bite my head off.
She was full of bull crap, including when I put in my two weeks notice due to several reasons about me being a substitute teacher. She didn't realize that I was actually quitting because of three reasons - I want her to choke on her own weave, the managers accused me of breaking the printers at work just so I didn't have to work, and my grandmother fell deathly ill.
The last reason was the biggest reason I left, but I let my personal managers know just what was going on behind the scenes with my supposed 'managers'. Last I checked, one of them was removed, and I'm waiting for my 'co-worker' to get fired. I'm hoping it's soon so I can laugh about it later. She was so ... ugh.
Anyway, about my grandmother - We found out that her medication she had been taking for her diabetes was pretty much nothing more than a placebo, and her blood sugar had been well into the 300+'s. She's not hypoglycemic, she can't have high blood sugar.
She was born with an enlarged heart which is now the bane of her existance -- because of having such a weakness in her heart, she was told she needed to get a quadruple bypass due to the blockages from the weakened veins in her enlarged heart. She was suffocating and her heart was slowly just, dying inside of her.
Her surgery was January 13, 2010, and we had to leave the house at 3:30 am. We got there at about 4:30am and kinda sat around until about 5am or so. They saw her almost immediately.
7:15am was the first cut, and the surgery was underway. I slept most of the surgery, seeing as I had been working in their house after moving out for the week prior, thinking she might not even survive the surgery.
We were told she wouldn't be out of surgery until after 5pm, but, around 9:30am, the doctor calls in absolute joy about her. Her heart was pumping better than ever, and she only had to get a triple - the blockage had moved into one of the already blocked veins at some point during the waiting period and made it so she just needed a good one there.
She's living here, with me and my Mother now, and we're both taking good care of her -- well, I am, I take care of her all day long and my mother takes over at night when I get some sleep.
I worked with this.. Monster of a woman. She didn't even know how to clean up after herself, a simple piece of paper, yet, if I didn't take the trash out, or if I didn't so much as put a pen back where she had originally left it, she'd bite my head off.
She was full of bull crap, including when I put in my two weeks notice due to several reasons about me being a substitute teacher. She didn't realize that I was actually quitting because of three reasons - I want her to choke on her own weave, the managers accused me of breaking the printers at work just so I didn't have to work, and my grandmother fell deathly ill.
The last reason was the biggest reason I left, but I let my personal managers know just what was going on behind the scenes with my supposed 'managers'. Last I checked, one of them was removed, and I'm waiting for my 'co-worker' to get fired. I'm hoping it's soon so I can laugh about it later. She was so ... ugh.
Anyway, about my grandmother - We found out that her medication she had been taking for her diabetes was pretty much nothing more than a placebo, and her blood sugar had been well into the 300+'s. She's not hypoglycemic, she can't have high blood sugar.
She was born with an enlarged heart which is now the bane of her existance -- because of having such a weakness in her heart, she was told she needed to get a quadruple bypass due to the blockages from the weakened veins in her enlarged heart. She was suffocating and her heart was slowly just, dying inside of her.
Her surgery was January 13, 2010, and we had to leave the house at 3:30 am. We got there at about 4:30am and kinda sat around until about 5am or so. They saw her almost immediately.
7:15am was the first cut, and the surgery was underway. I slept most of the surgery, seeing as I had been working in their house after moving out for the week prior, thinking she might not even survive the surgery.
We were told she wouldn't be out of surgery until after 5pm, but, around 9:30am, the doctor calls in absolute joy about her. Her heart was pumping better than ever, and she only had to get a triple - the blockage had moved into one of the already blocked veins at some point during the waiting period and made it so she just needed a good one there.
She's living here, with me and my Mother now, and we're both taking good care of her -- well, I am, I take care of her all day long and my mother takes over at night when I get some sleep.
ohh no, sad to here and i hope it works out hun *hugs*
Kewney
~kewney
That sounds like quite something that happened over the last month, I am glad that everyone is alright over at your place.
