I'm okay.
Today wasn't the best.
But I guess it's stable now.
Got these people straight about the cell phone.
After like, 3 or more hours.
Fun.
Then Mom had a doctor's appointment.
Which was just a checkup.
Standard procedure.
So we went.
They did bloodwork.
Come to find out, her potassium was "CRITICALLY" low.
When she heard this, she wasn't surprised.
She always has issues with her potassium.
For a few years.
This time.
It was CRITICAL.
Basically either she got an IV right away.
Or spend 3 or more nights in ICU right away.
So.
Guess what we picked?
Grabbed a bite to eat.
We were supposed to be at the hospital to have the outpatient procedure done at 3:30.
Okay.
We got there at like 3:20-ish.
You know what time they got the IV in?
Seventeen.
Minutes.
After.
Five.
That's 5:17, for those of you who can't calculate time.
Craziness.
Even crazier?
It turned out to be a blessing.
Anyway.
The IV was supposed to take 4 hours.
And it did.
We got to leave at like, 9:30.
They even fed her.
It was good.
We were both pretty full from our earlier meal.
Arby's.
YumTasty.
So we ate some of the food on her plate.
I say "we" because she demanded my help as well.
The food was pretty good.
And we got to watch cable.
So we were content.
My phone died, which was unfortunate.
But we had Mom's phone & the phone in the room.
So we survived.
My phone was like, semi-dead, I should say.
It had moments of resurrection.
It was odd.
Anyway.
The time passed pretty quickly overall.
Then we left.
Came home.
To a SAM.
And no, a SAM is not a good thing.
That SAM that we have here, didn't even bother to come to the hospital.
Just sent his well-wishes over the phone.
Yet.
If said SAM was in the hospital.
And Mama and I didn't rush right over.
Even if it WAS just for an IV for potassium.
Said SAM would flip. out.
And probably wouldn't speak for days.
Yet Mom and I have to pretend that we aren't angry.
And tons of other descriptive and strong adjectives that I can't think of.
I'm pretty daggone pissed with said SAM.
As always.
Ladies, a SAM is a sad thing to have.
And Gents, a SAM is a sad thing to be.
So yeah.
Remember that word of advice.
Anywho.
We got home a little after 10.
And we've kinda just been chillin ever since.
I took a shower.
Mom is going to take one in the morning.
SAM took his already I suppose.
Whatever.
I'm exhausted.
Mom and SAM are on their way to sleep.
SAM hardly showed concern for Mom's condition.
Once again, SAM's are bad things to be/have.
Literally.
And now I'm about to head to bed.
But not before practicing my nightly ritual.
And no, it's not sexual.
It's emotional and intellectual.
But does not involve my hands being placed in places where they shouldn't be.
Just in case you were wondering.
Oh, and ps.
Day Two was easier.
Well really Day Three.
But to me, it was Day Two.
I guess I should call it Day Three.
Dang.
Well.
Day Three.
Whatever.
Easier.
Much.
A few moments.
But easier overall.
Thank Goodness.
SHABBA!
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