Sherri is a Cat
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I keep threatening to write about this...
So here goes.
*** Like I said, I keep threatening to write about this and some people like the stories I leave in 'Off Topic'. This one is a little long and I'm getting tired. I'm going to stop here and continue tomorrow night.
Everything in this narrative is 100% true
January 2022
I don't remember why I was rushing around my house that day. It was cold and I was wearing my purple wool socks. I don't have carpet so every now and then I slid across the bare floors imagining myself an Olympic ice skater. I skated into my bedroom and up to the closet door. I couldn't slide in on my purple wool sock- Olympic skates. I keep thick paving stones under the door to keep cat fur out of the closet. I was anxious to get back to whatever it was I so excited about. There was always a bunch of junk on the floor. I didn't see that dryer sheet as I stepped over the paver. Mid step, right foot, wool sock on the dryer sheet. Right leg slid out in front of me. Left leg bent in stride, my knee fell on the edge of the paver stone. Hard. As in all of my weight hard.
Now I have a very high tolerance for pain, but that hurt! I was crying hard! My right leg stretched out before me. My left leg stretched behind me on that paver stone. My ex tried to help me get up, but something was very wrong. After moving the paver stones out of the way I pulled myself out of the closet. Thankfully I was wearing thick leggings because of the cool weather. Once I got myself situated, it was relatively easy.
Once out, I checked my knee. I felt around the knee cap. I wasn't sure if I hurt myself so check my other knee to compare... "Maybe I'm overreacting, let's check again... Just one more time because I'm not sure. No, something is definitely very wrong".
It was wrong enough to go to the emergency room. I wouldn't be able to get myself to the car to get there. I would need an ambulance. But first I had to make coffee.
For me, coffee isn't as simple as putting water into a kitchen appliance with a scoop pre-ground coffee. No, for me it's much more complicated than that. I asked my ex to bring everything I needed to the bedroom. Sitting on the floor, grind Guatemala Antiigua beans fine enough for esspresso. Mind you that's a bur grinder, not a blade! Blades burn the beans!
Next, scoop some of my freshly ground coffee beans into that esspresso thing-a-ma-jig. Tamp down using just enough pressure. Put the thing-a-ma-jig thingy with the fresh ground beans in place on the machine. Next, fill the machine with water. Then, pour about a tablespoon of cream into the carafe. Shots die in (40 seconds?). Pulling shots into the cream preserves them. They don't take long to oxidize. And yes, it does actually taste different, especially to someone like me. I can tell by the taste where the coffee was grown, how long ago the beans were ground... So don't give me a hard about this. I know what I'm talking about! And that's CREAM, not milk, not half-n-half, CREAM.
Turn on the machince. Pour more cream into a steaming mug. Wait for things to get hot. Pull four shots. Steam some cream, no foam. Put it all in an insulated leak-proof 16 oz mug.
Okay, now we can call an ambulance. I could have just made my coffee while they were trying to find my house. No one could ever find it. The ambulance people had an expecptionally difficult time locating me. The ambulance people were okay. I did think it was odd that they told me to keep my vials of blood until we got to the ER.
So we finally get there, Gatesville Hospital. Great! The last place I ever want to be is Gatesville. I was put into a wheel chair with my left leg supported in front of me. I was promptly parked in a hallway with my vials of my blood. No one said anything to me. Someone down the hall was chewing out the ER staff because she didn't want her husband to be treated. For what, I don't know. By her tempor and colorful choice of words, I have to wonder if she had something to do with him being at the ER to begin with.
To stave off boredom, I pulled out my cell phone to play Sudoku. I had been sitting there for a long time when I dropped my vials on the ground. Finally a nurse came walking up the hall way. I asked if she would pick up my blood for me. She reached down, handed me my blood and walked away without saying a single thing. I guess it's a perfectly normal, ordinary thing for patients to sit around Gatesville hospitals with samples of personal blood on hand.
I sat in that hallway for a long time playing Sudoku in a wheel chair with a very hard seat. The battery on my phone was getting low. I finally stopped someone to find out what was going on. Despite seeing me every time they walked up and down the hallways for at least an hour, they forgot about me. The person I stopped was annoyed that she had to help me. I asked what I should do with my blood. She didn't know, but took it anyway. After that, I was parked in the waiting room for another eternity.
I was the only person in the waiting room for a long time, but at least things got a little more interesting. I know all the gossip going around that hospital. Who people don't want to work with, who should be fired, who just got married... Someones kid recently spent a night in jail... Dr so and so's wife is cheating on him with another Dr so and so.
Finally someone came to get me for X-rays. This is the part that really blows my mind. It's a really good thing that I found this humorous. If I didn't, some people might have been fired. Well, that hospital didn't have very high standards, so maybe not. Anywhere else their necks would be on the chopping block before they finished their shift.
So this lady comes to get me from the waiting room and immediately tells me how much I'm going to hate what she's about to do to me. On the way to radiology we stopped at a door. It was one that could be opened automatically by pushing the handicap button. Well it didn't work. I still can't believe this lady asked me to hold the door open for her. Me. I'm in a wheel chair. I can't walk. Seriously lady, how can you possibly expect me to open that door so you can PUSH ME through the door way??? This makes no sense. Somehow we get through the doorway and she picks up where she left off with detailed descriptions of all the painful things she had in store for me. I can still hear her now, "Oh you're gonna LOVE what I'm about to do to you!! We're gonna' bend you knee and it's gonna' really hurt bad!!" I think everyone within a mile radius of the hospital heard all about what was in store for me.
So here goes.
*** Like I said, I keep threatening to write about this and some people like the stories I leave in 'Off Topic'. This one is a little long and I'm getting tired. I'm going to stop here and continue tomorrow night.
Everything in this narrative is 100% true
January 2022
I don't remember why I was rushing around my house that day. It was cold and I was wearing my purple wool socks. I don't have carpet so every now and then I slid across the bare floors imagining myself an Olympic ice skater. I skated into my bedroom and up to the closet door. I couldn't slide in on my purple wool sock- Olympic skates. I keep thick paving stones under the door to keep cat fur out of the closet. I was anxious to get back to whatever it was I so excited about. There was always a bunch of junk on the floor. I didn't see that dryer sheet as I stepped over the paver. Mid step, right foot, wool sock on the dryer sheet. Right leg slid out in front of me. Left leg bent in stride, my knee fell on the edge of the paver stone. Hard. As in all of my weight hard.
Now I have a very high tolerance for pain, but that hurt! I was crying hard! My right leg stretched out before me. My left leg stretched behind me on that paver stone. My ex tried to help me get up, but something was very wrong. After moving the paver stones out of the way I pulled myself out of the closet. Thankfully I was wearing thick leggings because of the cool weather. Once I got myself situated, it was relatively easy.
Once out, I checked my knee. I felt around the knee cap. I wasn't sure if I hurt myself so check my other knee to compare... "Maybe I'm overreacting, let's check again... Just one more time because I'm not sure. No, something is definitely very wrong".
It was wrong enough to go to the emergency room. I wouldn't be able to get myself to the car to get there. I would need an ambulance. But first I had to make coffee.
For me, coffee isn't as simple as putting water into a kitchen appliance with a scoop pre-ground coffee. No, for me it's much more complicated than that. I asked my ex to bring everything I needed to the bedroom. Sitting on the floor, grind Guatemala Antiigua beans fine enough for esspresso. Mind you that's a bur grinder, not a blade! Blades burn the beans!
Next, scoop some of my freshly ground coffee beans into that esspresso thing-a-ma-jig. Tamp down using just enough pressure. Put the thing-a-ma-jig thingy with the fresh ground beans in place on the machine. Next, fill the machine with water. Then, pour about a tablespoon of cream into the carafe. Shots die in (40 seconds?). Pulling shots into the cream preserves them. They don't take long to oxidize. And yes, it does actually taste different, especially to someone like me. I can tell by the taste where the coffee was grown, how long ago the beans were ground... So don't give me a hard about this. I know what I'm talking about! And that's CREAM, not milk, not half-n-half, CREAM.
Turn on the machince. Pour more cream into a steaming mug. Wait for things to get hot. Pull four shots. Steam some cream, no foam. Put it all in an insulated leak-proof 16 oz mug.
Okay, now we can call an ambulance. I could have just made my coffee while they were trying to find my house. No one could ever find it. The ambulance people had an expecptionally difficult time locating me. The ambulance people were okay. I did think it was odd that they told me to keep my vials of blood until we got to the ER.
So we finally get there, Gatesville Hospital. Great! The last place I ever want to be is Gatesville. I was put into a wheel chair with my left leg supported in front of me. I was promptly parked in a hallway with my vials of my blood. No one said anything to me. Someone down the hall was chewing out the ER staff because she didn't want her husband to be treated. For what, I don't know. By her tempor and colorful choice of words, I have to wonder if she had something to do with him being at the ER to begin with.
To stave off boredom, I pulled out my cell phone to play Sudoku. I had been sitting there for a long time when I dropped my vials on the ground. Finally a nurse came walking up the hall way. I asked if she would pick up my blood for me. She reached down, handed me my blood and walked away without saying a single thing. I guess it's a perfectly normal, ordinary thing for patients to sit around Gatesville hospitals with samples of personal blood on hand.
I sat in that hallway for a long time playing Sudoku in a wheel chair with a very hard seat. The battery on my phone was getting low. I finally stopped someone to find out what was going on. Despite seeing me every time they walked up and down the hallways for at least an hour, they forgot about me. The person I stopped was annoyed that she had to help me. I asked what I should do with my blood. She didn't know, but took it anyway. After that, I was parked in the waiting room for another eternity.
I was the only person in the waiting room for a long time, but at least things got a little more interesting. I know all the gossip going around that hospital. Who people don't want to work with, who should be fired, who just got married... Someones kid recently spent a night in jail... Dr so and so's wife is cheating on him with another Dr so and so.
Finally someone came to get me for X-rays. This is the part that really blows my mind. It's a really good thing that I found this humorous. If I didn't, some people might have been fired. Well, that hospital didn't have very high standards, so maybe not. Anywhere else their necks would be on the chopping block before they finished their shift.
So this lady comes to get me from the waiting room and immediately tells me how much I'm going to hate what she's about to do to me. On the way to radiology we stopped at a door. It was one that could be opened automatically by pushing the handicap button. Well it didn't work. I still can't believe this lady asked me to hold the door open for her. Me. I'm in a wheel chair. I can't walk. Seriously lady, how can you possibly expect me to open that door so you can PUSH ME through the door way??? This makes no sense. Somehow we get through the doorway and she picks up where she left off with detailed descriptions of all the painful things she had in store for me. I can still hear her now, "Oh you're gonna LOVE what I'm about to do to you!! We're gonna' bend you knee and it's gonna' really hurt bad!!" I think everyone within a mile radius of the hospital heard all about what was in store for me.
