Wow, it's been longer than I thought it was since I last wrote. Just a quick recap: I had an excellent 25th birthday (it didn't hurt, either!). We ended up going to a restaurant in St. Paul called Everest. It was fantastic. We had delicious curry. I've been craving some since then. It was really low-key and fun! Megs, Jenn and I went to see Sex and the City 2. It was okay. Nothing to write home about but still entertaining.
I am still searching for a job. This is ridiculous and I'm exhausted! I've been trying to get ahold of UPS, which is about a minute and a half from my house, but their phones just ring, ring, ring. I almost don't want to work at UPS because the starting pay is $8.50 for uber-hard work (I'd be loading huge trailers in 100 degree weather) and I'd have to work there for a year before I could get any benefits. But I've gone beyond rock bottom so any job will do. And of course everyone has an opinion on how/where I should apply (yes, I did apply there, and there, and there, and there.). My grandma seems to be frustrated with me but what can I do? It's really not my fault the economy is down the shitter.
I had quite the eventful night last Friday night/ Saturday morning. I was sitting in my room about to go to bed when my granny walks by and says, "I don't feel so good." I asked her if she feels like she's going to puke but she said it wasn't that kind of sick. I followed her down the hall and sat on the floor next to the chair she sat in. "I was fine and then I layed down in bed and had this pain in my jaw and like a tightness in my neck and upper chest," is how she explained it. I asked her if it had anything to do with her diabetes/insulin and she said no. I asked if she needed water. No again. I could see her pulse in her neck just pounding rapidly and her breathing became labored. Now I was starting to get scared. I asked if I should call 9-1-1? No, but maybe " I should go into the hospital." I told her I would drive her and stay with her. She had the insane idea that she would go by herself. I went back into my room, got dressed and waited for my granny to get dressed close-by. By this time it was about 1 am. In the kitchen, she grabbed her purse, put on some lipstick and was ready to go. That normal 20-25 minute drive to the hospital drive felt like it would go on forever! Finally got to the ER and they moved her right away to a room The nurses were hooking her up to IV's and monitors. I just sat down and let them do there work. It's so overwhelming to see someone, in this case my gran, whose always been there for you, been strong for you and taken care of you lay on a hospital bed, surrounded by nurses and doctors. I wanted to just break down and cry because it's not something I ever see, but tears wouldn't help. We found out that she was having a Cardiac-arrhythmia and they had to pump her full of some sort of drug to get her heart rate down. It was going at 190 bpm, which is all fine and dandy if you're working out at a gym, but she was going to bed. They decided to admit her for 24 hours to monitor her and try to figure out why her heart did that. You should of seen her face when they told her she'd have to stay overnight. "I don't want to stay here. I want to go home. 24 hours? Does that mean I'll have to be here until tomorrow night?" Yes indeed grams, that's what that means. After Grams was all settled in her room, I left and finally got home around 5 am and called the family to let them know what was going on.
They eventually let her out Saturday evening and she has to do out-patient exams to see if there is any damage to her heart or if that was a one time deal. Thank god, she's okay. The funniest thing about the drama was she was just being regular, concerned Granny. Laying on the hospital bed, getting hooked up to every machine made ever, and having blood drawn, she was asking me if I was okay. She kept saying that I need to get security to walk me out to my car when I leave and to call and tell her when I do get home. I love my Grams.
