Life here has been turned on its ear, most of my livestock are sold off. Cancer is costing me everything. Topping that off, my current employer has lost their contract with the major tire producer I've been working for. New company taking over and I'm not too thrilled with them. I am torn between working for them(not trusting them to not use me to train new staff and then let me go) and taking the unemployment package from my current employer. I've been searching the job market for the last month, not found anything yet. I've got a week left. Topping that off is the mess going on with the grandson. His momma (womb donor) can't stop dumping him on anyone who will take him and I'm tired of being extorted for money with threats of "you'll never see him again unless you give me money". OMG, it's a horror story and the poor baby is the victim. My son has finally stood up and put his foot down. Filed for parental custody. Thank God! That girl needs stopped.
Oh! Let me tell you about what happened to me at work last week Saturday night! Co-worker had a dumpster on the hook (in between the forks and rotated) and I walked over to help him out. As I reached in to pull the fabric strips we needed to bake out of it, the dumpster fell off the forks, shifted and fell on me. Split my head wide open, smashed my shoulder and elbow, pinned me to the floor by me steel toe boot. Oh yah, I bled like a slaughtered hog. So, I get to the ER (Good Sam in Mt vernon- aka clown show) for a head CT. Apparently, I have a head like a rock. The nurse comes in with a plastic tub, towel, a few bottles of only she knows what and a scrub brush. Now, mind you, I have a football sized heamatoma on my head, above my right eye and I'm dripping blood. She says to me," I'm gonna scrub your head so we can put some staples in it". I look at here, then that toilet brush she had in her hand and I reply " oh no. No you will not". Double hell no. She says but it will leave a scar. I just bust out laughing. Really? Okay, just you fill out that paperwork, I gotta go. No scull fracture, yup, I'm leaving. She tells me I need pain killers and antibiotics. Yep, I start laughing again. Poor lady don't know what to do. I'm say " okay, I need a tetanus shot" just because I know HR will want me to get one(those dumpsters are a bit nasty,) and wouldn't ya know it, Good Sam does not have a tetanus shot on the premises! Yep, time for me to go. But wait, can't go yet, the front desk mishandled the mandatory drug screen sample, I gotta pre in the cup again. Geez, I'm never getting out of there! Sigh, okay, let's do this. Done, signed out and drove myself home. It's been a week, no piss, no infection, no tetanus and no narcotics. Almost healed, still a small lump of blood to absorb and mild pain at the trauma site. I didn't look any hair and no frickin staples.
Yep, never a full moment.......
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