Right now is not a fun time in BigDaddy’s household. In addition to looking for a yob which will enable us to stay in our home which will also keep us warm and fed I also have to look after the house and make sure that everything is running properly. That means I have to make sure we have clean dishes, clean clothes, our cats are fed and have clean litter boxes, that the weeds that are coming in at an alarming rate get dealt with, and that we are warm and fed ourselves. Oh yeah, and there’s this little matter of a blog that I’m writing to hopefully make us money, attract a potential boss and keep my sanity as the vultures start to circle us overhead demanding to know where their money is.
You see, I’m doing this all on my own at the moment because wifey has the flu.
Now don’t get me wrong, I am happy to do all of this and play nurse to wifey at the same time. But when you have a day like yesterday where you eat nothing but cake all day to protest some other people’s protest about taxes and why they don’t want the stimulus to happen thus depriving you a chance at a job while you try to keep up on the news so you will have something to write about. Meanwhile your significant other is in the other room moaning and writhing with discomfort because she’s nauseous and there is nothing left in her system to yak and the only thing she can put in her stomach is liquid due to doctor’s orders. It seems this strain of flu was brought in from out of town – probably when the Special Olympics were here – at least that’s the doctor’s theory, and it’s being passed around town and is taking it’s own sweet time in eradicating itself. The only thing they have seen as an effective way of fighting this flu is not to eat – clear liquids only. Apparently this flu can damage your stomach if it has to try to digest food and devote energy to fighting this scourge.
It all came to a head last night as yesterday while some alleged “patriots” were holding rallies to protest Government Spending under a Democratic Administration and the creation of new jobs, wifey was in bed, sick as a dog. She was absolutely miserable, she had already gone to the bathroom so many times she was thinking of taking a blanket and pillow in there so she would have so far to go. Everything that could be expelled from her body had been expelled. What made matters worse was that she found that she could not go to sleep, and by extension because I was so concerned about her, neither could I.
Neither one of us could sleep last night and when the alarm went off at 6:00 this morning to tell us it was time to feed the cats we were both exasperated beyond belief. The smell of the cat food did nothing to improve her condition and as soon as the cats in our room were done she had me get rid of the bowls and air out the room. I kind of dropped off around 7:00 and kept waking up at various points, until about 9:00 when she could finally call her doctors office to ask if they could give her something for the nausea. They said no, there was nothing and if it was that bad, if the pain in her stomach was so bad that it was depriving her of rest then she should go to the ER.
Greaaaaat, and just how do we pay for an ER visit?
We called around town looking for at least an Urgent Care Clinic and we found one in Eagle about 10 minutes away. We had actually gone there once when they first opened their doors since they had an open house to let everyone know they were there, so it was familiar territory. We went up there and as soon as we got in the door the Security Guard there put wifey in a wheelchair and took her into the lobby. We didn’t even have to sit in the waiting room, because there were no other patients there so we could go right in. Before we knew it wifey was in a hospital gown, had blood taken and an IV in her arm. They did some quick blood work and found that her sodium level was low, so the IV that they gave her was going to help with that.
We got there around 11:30 and left around 2:00 – it was the fastest and probably the best ER visit we have ever had. Oh, and they gave us some forms to fill out so that we could apply for assistance with paying the bill. We explained our situation to them – that I was out of work and looking, wifey’s eBay business went under, we had other medical bills we were trying to pay due to wifey’s Pituitary Tumor (don’t panic – it’s benign but it still causes her some problems that I’ll go into later) along with a mortgage, equity loan, personal loan and utility bills. I even remarked to one of the nurses that I should have brought my resume with me since I had been passing it out to everybody. The utility companies, our bank, our creditors, the collections people – I have been asking everyone who calls from collections if they are hiring and where can I send my resume which takes them aback for a minute until they can compose themselves and give me a straight answer. I’ll bet they don’t get too many people who they are trying to get money from hitting them up for a job.
In fact that’s what I recommend to all of you out there who are unemployed, underemployed or underutilized to do. If you have banks or loan companies coming after you for money – ask them if they are hiring. It says a lot to them, particularly that you are really using whatever means you have at your disposal to get a job which includes hitting up your creditors for work. That let’s them know that you are really trying and they might be more willing to work with you in that case. In our case we could use something fast. Do you think it is OK to ask the universe to arrange things in such a manner that the Publisher’s Clearinghouse Van pulls up to my home someday soon? Or how about I magically somehow acquire the winning Powerball numbers and hit the Lottery? I know according to “The Secret” we are only supposed to ask for the end result and not the how, it’s just that I had a golden opportunity to get my resume out to someone, somewhere who might have helped in this situation.
Oh well, next time.
We finally got home, I was finally able to eat something (in the other side of the house since the smell of real food still makes wifey qweesy), and then take a two hour nap. I then came in here to tell you all about it with a break in between to go to Walgreen’s to pick up wifey’s nausia medication.
So, how’s your day been?
