�Jackie, look at Aunt Shenene�s belly,� I said to my half-asleep daughter. It was bedtime and Jackie had fallen asleep on the couch. I woke her up so she could get in bed, and my sister had motioned that the baby was moving. She had pulled her shirt up so we could see the baby moving in her tummy.
Jackie falls to the floor tired and whining, � Mommy, she�s just too much to look at�. Shenene� almost loses bladder control, laughing hysterically, face red, holding her belly which is rocking with her. Jackie looks up at me from the floor, face blank, eyes emotionless, not amused, �Mom, can we go to bed now?�
Thursday, work was SLOW. Boring. Everybody went home early. I sat here and twiddled my thumbs for 6 hours until I couldn�t stand it anymore. Salsalita was watching Jackie, so I got gas on the way home.
Salsalita brought Jackie and Jacob over. It was so dang hot that they couldn�t play outside, so we made them go to Jackie�s room.
Eventually, the sun went down some and we decided to take the kids swimming. The pool was practically empty, except for two drunk, obnoxious old men and their Hoosier girlfriends.
I was okay until I got out of the pool. I started feeling nauseous. I have a feeling it was too much chlorine because my neighbors had the same complaint. The kids were okay, however.
When we got home, I spent a good hour on the couch trying not to barf. That was embarrassing. Finally I get ready to take the kids out for the evening.
Jackie, Jacob, Salsalita and I went to Jefferson Barracks park to see the fireworks show (yes, the day before July 4th). That was crazy. I think there was at least 5000 people there. I was somewhat paranoid because of the newscast, hoping nobody in Rodney�s family would recognize me.
Since before she had even come over that day, Salsalita had told me off and on that something was wrong with Jackie�s breathing. I chalked it up to summertime allergies because in bad air quality days this always happens, that is, until I noticed that her whole chest area was laboring when she was breathing. Jackie told us, on the way to our spot that �you guys are walking too fast� and �I�m tired�. That puzzled me but you know how kids like to lollygag, so that was yet another red flag that I missed. My mom instincts were rusty.
I said Jackie; �Do you want to go to the hospital? She said, �Yes, Momma�.
Salsalita and I dropped Jake off with his dad, Hoe, who is a moron by the way (sorry Salsalita). On the way to St. Anthony�s ER, poor Jackie threw up in poor Salsalita�s car. I felt so bad for Jackie, who was sick, and Salsalita, who can�t stand puke. I felt awful because the look on Salsalita�s face made me want to crack up.
We get inside the hospital and she pukes again. Ick. Reminded me of chicken noodle soup. You know you�re hungry now!
I�m glad we went to St. Anthony�s because they�re professional and caring. I�ve decided you got a much higher chance of surviving if you go to a Catholic hospital. You can�t go wrong with nuns, priests, and crucifixes.
Turns out Jackie�s oxygen saturation was at 90% (if she was lower they could�ve admitted her) instead of 96% and above. She had to take five breathing treatments. I wanted to cry because I really fell through on picking up on her distress.
Jack had to be dropped off by Hoe because Hoe is an irresponsible pig who is in the middle of a mid-life crisis and is punishing his ex-wife for getting remarried by making visitation difficult. May the fleas of a thousand camels infest his armpits.
Hoe is Italian. He thinks he is an Italian Stallion. No, he is a star-spangled, Spaghetti eating Gibroni.
Now, we have two Gibroni�s on our list Salsalita.
1.) Uranus
2.) Hoe
Hoe doesn�t have a lot of self-confidence and likes to control other people because he feels helpless in his own life. Hoe gets a rise out of making Salsalita upset. Hoe wouldn�t know what to do if Salsalita started being real nice to him. He�d probably be very suspicious. Salsalita must convince him somehow that it�s not in his best interest to be mean to her.
Instant Voodoo doll here we come.
Well, Jack and Jackie are sleeping and Salsalita and I are fighting to stay awake by smacking each other, being stupid.
Lucky for all of us, the respiratory tech, Dennis, (meow baby!) was beautiful to look at and talk to, smoldering with chocolate brown hair and piercing blue eyes. Time seemed to pass quickly when he was around.
Shamelessly, I flirted like a harlot.
It was obvious that Salsalita and I were slaphappy, making stupid jokes. I mean, after all, it was 4 hours past our latest bedtime. He must�ve thought we were a couple of head-cases, the way we were giggling.
He gave me some freebies (meds) and I interpreted that as, �Yes, I will allow you to have my babies,� when he really meant, �I�m a nice guy and it�s too late to go to Walgreens Pharmacy tonight.�
Doctor Serious waltzes in and says to me: �She has bronchitis. She will be on a nebulizer, oral steroids and an antibiotic. No going outside for a few days. No smoke. No barbecue smoke. No running. No nothing. Keep her quiet� he says. In my head I say, �BullS&%t�.
�Oh yeah, buddy, my six-year-old is going to be still for THREE entire DAYS. Right,� but meekly, I smile at the nice doctor.
3 hours after getting home from the ER on Friday morning, I have to wake up and give her a treatment. I wake up to find out Mr. Sweatpants did NOT drop her medicine off at Walgreens pharmacy because some WITCH embarrassed him. It went something like this.
Mr. Sweatpants, at 8:01 a.m. Friday, July 4th, walks into Walgreens to drop off my daughter�s prescriptions. Why? Because I�m exhausted and because I�m not supposed to take my kid outside. So, Mr. Sweatpants, at four in the morning when I had gotten home from the hospital, agreed to this favor for me.
As Mr. Sweatpants glides through the doors, he hears a screeching voice saying, �Excuse me, EXCUSE ME, SIR!� Rene� looks over at the counter, where there�s already four customers, at the cashier. This lady, white with mousy brown hair (his description) is glaring at him. She says, �Sir, we don�t know who you are or what you intend with those sunglasses. Please remove them.� Now, Mr. Sweatpants is really embarrassed and hurt, and when I find out, I�m pissed. I try to make him tell me who in the hell did it and where was this Walgreen�s because I was about to go up there and start some crap with this bitch. I told him, �If you were white, they wouldn�t have said anything. If you were black, they may have and they probably would�ve been sued. But you�re a Mexican so the racist bitch felt free to run her mouth. Hello Rene�, you make $70,000 a year and your sunglasses cost more than she can make in 3 days. Why didn�t you say something?�
He doesn�t reply, but tells me that he just left. I am so pissed because one, that�s just wrong. Two, there�s no sign on the door that tells you not to wear sunglasses in their store. Three, I had to take my kid out in that weather ANYWAY because he had plans that morning.
I am going to get it out of him. And then, I�m going up there. I hope the bitch says something to me.
Friday, my sis Shenene� calls and says, �Can we come visit� to which I say, �Hell yeah.� Jackie and I spend 4 hours cleaning house, with her mostly resting and keeping me company.
They get there are around 2 am.
Saturday, we all sleep in, and that�s when the insanity begins. My phone rang no less than 20 times, and everybody wanted to come visit. We had all sorts of family visiting, my cousin JD, his new wife (she�s so cute, sweet and will totally fit in with us warped people). My Grandma came over. She was so lonely from sitting at home so my sister She-ne-ne�s soon to be ex-husband Toady went to pick G-ma up.
After we all ate some White Castles (a family favorite), I gave Grandma a bath. It was weird because I remember being a little girl and her taking care of me.
Jack hung out with Kia, Leona and Jackie while Salsalita and Rufus went to a barbecue. Salsalita and Rufus came back and we sat outside and chatted for a while. This was really pleasurable for me to have my friends around.
Sunday, I get up and go clean Grandma�s house. When I get back, Uncle Barry is visiting my sis and my little one. Uncle Barry and Shenene go to Walgreens and Wal-Mart to get some more prescriptions and gerbil food.
Jackie and Tommy call and ask if they can come over and take the kids swimming. I say yeah. We take the kids swimming after the sun goes down. That�s the first time Jackie�s really been outside in three days. We had a blast.
What they don�t mention is that the medicine that goes in the nebulizer makes kids so hyper you have to peel them off the ceiling. Oh yes, Jackie was so active I felt my kid was on fast forward.
Last night we took the girls to Chucky Cheese. They had a great time.
Well now, after the long weekend I�m reluctant to get back into the flow of work, especially when someone has lost very important paperwork pertaining to your job. That hangs over my head like a thundercloud. I know that if they do not find it, I am going to have to repeat the process, which is akin to having an audit. Basically, do you floss, which side do you put your pants on, what color underwear are you wearing, have you ever seen a therapist and your firstborns SSN. It�s painful. I�d rather have a root canal.
2:44 p.m. - 2003-07-07
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