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asphaltcowgrrlI've been on edge all day and couldn't figure out why. Day's been fine. No one has asked to get bitch slapped, there weren't any angry, demanding emails, and Chad the Donut Guy (lol - he works for a vendor and comes by once a week, usually on Wednesdays, with donuts) came a day early.
And yet, I've been anxious, fidgety, and out of sorts.
Come noon, I get a call from a local hospital asking if we have an employee by the name of X. I say, yes, and the nurse (I presume, he didn't actually say) tells me that X is in their facility in the neuro ICU. "He's politely confused, ma'am," is what he told me. Well, he's Canadian so... But yeah, so it's like my anxiety is psychic or something, I guess, because this was not on my 2025 bingo card (nor was renaming the Gulf of Mexico, buying Greenland, or annexing Canada, but here we go, FFS).
Talked to his sister a bit ago and she says it doesn't sound good. This makes me so horribly sad. He's such a kind person. Quick with a joke, always a good listener. Even once told me he was named after a Canadian hockey legend. I just barely pulled through the last two months with what would have been my 27th wedding annversary, Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years, and the fifth anniversary of Troy's death. The lone bright spot in there was Miss Madison's 23rd birthday on Saturday. The rest has been... a challenge.
I can't handle it if something happens to him. You work with someone for 27 years, they become a part of you. Even if you aren't close, even if you only talk for a few minutes a day. So, this is me, putting good stuff out into the universe for him and for anyone else who needs it. You have all my good vibes, hopes, wishes, and dreams.
Hopefully, I didn't bring anyone down with this, but I had to get it out. I can't talk to anyone here, becuase Rhett and Brian are keeping it quiet until they know more. As they should, it's no one's business and damn but the men in this place are nosy. Hahaha.
Have a fantastic Tuesday evening (or Wednesday morning if you're H) and hopefully it isn't half as windy where you are as it is here currently.
And yet, I've been anxious, fidgety, and out of sorts.
Come noon, I get a call from a local hospital asking if we have an employee by the name of X. I say, yes, and the nurse (I presume, he didn't actually say) tells me that X is in their facility in the neuro ICU. "He's politely confused, ma'am," is what he told me. Well, he's Canadian so... But yeah, so it's like my anxiety is psychic or something, I guess, because this was not on my 2025 bingo card (nor was renaming the Gulf of Mexico, buying Greenland, or annexing Canada, but here we go, FFS).
Talked to his sister a bit ago and she says it doesn't sound good. This makes me so horribly sad. He's such a kind person. Quick with a joke, always a good listener. Even once told me he was named after a Canadian hockey legend. I just barely pulled through the last two months with what would have been my 27th wedding annversary, Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years, and the fifth anniversary of Troy's death. The lone bright spot in there was Miss Madison's 23rd birthday on Saturday. The rest has been... a challenge.
I can't handle it if something happens to him. You work with someone for 27 years, they become a part of you. Even if you aren't close, even if you only talk for a few minutes a day. So, this is me, putting good stuff out into the universe for him and for anyone else who needs it. You have all my good vibes, hopes, wishes, and dreams.
Hopefully, I didn't bring anyone down with this, but I had to get it out. I can't talk to anyone here, becuase Rhett and Brian are keeping it quiet until they know more. As they should, it's no one's business and damn but the men in this place are nosy. Hahaha.
Have a fantastic Tuesday evening (or Wednesday morning if you're H) and hopefully it isn't half as windy where you are as it is here currently.
