Yesterday.
Has been one of the most hectic days of my life.
Not the most hectic.
But definitely in the top 10.
It started off normal.
Running a few errands, talking to Grandma and Daddy, whatever.
Linda came over here, and that's becoming the new norm.
Which I'm pretty happy with that.
Love her to pieces.
Anyway.
Melody pops in and asks if I want to go to CVS with her & Kaitlyn to get some hair stuff.
I reluctantly agreed.
So here we go, and pull in the parking lot at CVS.
Kaitlyn's phone rings.
Henry's work.
He's been injured at work and we had to pick him up immediately and take him to the urgent care clinic that they work with.
Okay.
So Melody still made it an issue to run into CVS.
They couldn't wait to buy some fingernails to put on, and hairspray?
Really?
Oh, and mousse.
That couldn't wait to go get him?
Anyway.
Then we went and got him.
The poor boy's foot was swelled up to the size of my thigh.
It was a mixture of bright hot pink, deep red, neon blue, and a pretty shade of purple.
Ridiculous.
A pallet full of boxes, altogether it weighed approximately 400-500 lbs.
Fell on his foot.
I felt the pain for him, because I know how it feels to have a foot injury like that.
Twice.
Anyway.
Took him over there.
I ended up having to fill out the paperwork because Melody was too nervous and Henry was in too much pain.
Kaitlyn just stayed out of it because Melody insisted that she did because all she did was yell at her the entire time.
That made me mad as it was.
Anyway.
Then they got him back there, the doctor looked at it and said he'd take an x-ray and give him Ibuprofen for pain.
True, Ibuprofen probably isn't gonna do much.
But these pain-killer addicts decide to make a big hooplah about the fact that he needs something stronger to kill the pain.
This fool Melody is gonna LEAVE THE EXAM ROOM and track down a nurse, and ask for something stronger.
They got the doctor to change it to something else.
A shot.
Supposedly that started to take the edge of the pain off.
I mean I understand that he needed something stronger.
But really?
Did they have to make a big deal out of it like they did?
Anohun.
Anyway.
Then the doctor said it wasn't broken according to the x-ray and that he wanted to see Henry back in there today to see if the swelling had gone down or gotten bigger or what.
They made him an appointment for today while he was taking his drug test.
(sidenote: Anytime this company he works for sends people from the job to this place, they have to have a drug test)
And a note for work for today.
Of course Melody didn't like that, because that means he can't get out and make that $$$$$$$$.
She's starving like a shark for $$$$$$$$$$$$$.
And its fracking annoying.
Ugh.
Then we went to Walgreens to get his prescription.
Lord have mercy, this was gonna take 30 minutes or longer.
I wouldnt've minded that normally.
But I was with Melody.
It's not Kaitlyn that I minded being with.
It's Melody.
Don't get me wrong.
I love her.
But.
She.
Irks.
Me.
And.
Gets.
Under.
My.
Skin.
Like.
You.
Would.
Not.
Believe.
I just... I can't deal with it.
She wanted some "of the good name brand of clear nail polish like you have."
Then she wanted color.
Then she wanted sparkles.
Then she wanted clear again.
Then this brand was wrong.
Then this brand was right, but it was the wrong color.
I mean, this GROWN WOMAN was acting like a LITTLE GIRL about what fingernail polish to buy!
And I tried to help her.
I just gave up.
Walked away.
And tried to calm myself in an effort to keep from going off.
Anyway.
Got his prescription, I got some un-needed sweets and some much-needed headbands.
Got checked out, then ignored by this dude at the counter.
Got Henry's meds.
Continued to be talked all over, and continued to get pissed.
Then, of all things.
Melody is like "So Henry, you'll have to go down the hill with those crutches because I can't pull this car down in the yard."
That car has been down in the yard multiple times before, but she can't pull it down there so her "pride and joy of a future son-in-law."
Anyway.
It's like 9 PM.
There's dew on the ground.
The grass, especially.
And there's a steep hill that he'd have to go down in crutches.
As opposed to taking the steps, which are RIGHT beside the hill.
They go down the hill.
Or up, whichever way you're coming.
Anyway.
I've been on crutches before, and I know from experience that going down a steep hill with dew on it at night when its dark with crutches is probably one of the dumbest things a person could do.
So I tried to speak up.
"Melody, I don't think that's such a good idea," I said.
Kaitlyn AND Henry himself! agreed with me.
But no, Melody wanted to argue.
"Wellnothestepsareharderandtakemoretimeandblahzedeblazedehblahhh."
I'm just like "Well I'm not trying to insist, but I know from experience that it's easier to take the steps, even if it does take more time."
"OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAYYYY! FINE WE'LL LISTEN TO YOU HE CAN GO DOWN THE STEPS BUT I SWEAR I WORKED AT UVA FOR SO MANY YEARS I KNOW ITS HARDER TO GO DOWN STEPS."
Kaitlyn stood up for me.
"Mama, why are you yelling at Allie? She was just trying to be helpful and keep the boy from falling, she wasn't trying to argue with you."
"Yeah Kaitlyn I know, but I'm just saying I think it'd be easier but whatever.."
I didn't say another word until I told her goodbye, about 10 or 15 minutes later.
I had no more to say.
Kaitlyn knew I was pissed.
I didn't say anything to her.
But she knew.
Anyway.
Then the night was normal.
And boy was I thankful.
I took a shower, talked to Mama for a while, and I was conked out.
I took a pill for a migraine too, if that counts.
I'm getting one just thinking about it.
That sucks.
Anyway.
SHABBA!
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