Asshole Awards
Grandma (mom’s 89 year old mom) has had a chronic bronchitis for a few weeks now. She spent last week in the hospital. They got her sounding better, mostly by pumping her full of steroids, and discharged her on Friday. She responded to being home by promptly Saturday morning sounding even worse than when she originally went in.
We gave it a few days to see how she progressed. While she hasn’t become any worse, she’s certainly not improving, so (on advice of our very own Aunt Supernurse) we decided to bring her back to the hospital.
Now, we work all day, so it was after work, after dinner, after phone calls to Supernurse, that this decision was made. Say, 8:30ish.
In just the most spectacular display of compassion I’ve seen in quite some time, my old man expresses his concern for the well being of family by screaming, at mom, at the top of his lungs, I – fucking – quote this among other things, “I DID NOT ASK YOU WHY YOU WAITED UNTIL NINE O’CLOCK, I ASKED YOU HOW COME YOU WAITED UNTIL NINE O’CLOCK!”
Spectacular, no? I really have to give extra credit for the full-fury nit-pick of semantic equivalents.
BTW, the ER wanted to Jiffy Lube Grandma – pump her full of steroids & send her home. Aunt Supernurse is gonna make sure they keep her for a pulmonary consult. We Heart Our Supernurse.