Hmm… Kevin’s sister went into the hospital last night, and Dale’s on vacation… Looks like I’m in for a lot of work today. Paul just called me up and asked if I could come in any earlier… I told him that my bus leaves in 15 minutes, and I’ll be in by noon… he offered to come pick me up… I don’t really see what difference that 45 minutes will make, but it’s fine by me.
I hope that Kev’s sis is ok…She had some sort of procedure done last week, and they nicked some area near her colon. She’s stable, but it looks like she’s going to have to have a temp colostomy done… lasting for 2-3 months. I’m guessing that it had some sort of maintenance regarding her hysterectomy.
I’m guessing Paul’ll be here in 15 minutes… and then it’ll take 15 minutes to get back. (That is, unless he gets lost… somehow, I think it’d be funny if I got in *late* due to all these folk’s panic.)
It’s not like we send blood and organs out to needy patients… It’s Ramada, for goodness’ sake! Nobody’s going to die if things take place an hour later down the line.
Silly, easily stressed people.