Today’s the day. I’ve been waiting almost 4 months for this day to come and I’m ready to freaking go. It’s vacation day!! I barely slept last night, managed to pack in about 15 minutes and am totally ready to roll out the door.
I’m packed, the house is clean, the bed is made, and I can’t freaking leave. Neighbor Care is supposed to be delivering the final dosages of my iv antibiotics any second now. Yesterday they gave me a window of 9:00-12:00, and I’ve been sitting on my couch since 9:00 this morning. It is almost 12:00 now and they’re still not here. Bastards. Every 10 minutes I happen to look out the window in hopes that I’ll see the delivery guy. No such luck.
11:53: Is it that much to ask that they just get here early so I can pack myself in the SUV with 2 screaming children and drive for 9 hours or until someone is near death? Come on!! I’m freaking ready to get out of here!! Super, guess I’ll just keep sitting on my couch staring out the window every few minutes.
11:59: Here’s what I imagine will happen. They will not end up delivering until about 4:00, and they will experience my wrath. What’s more, they’ll probably also experience the wrath of my mother as she’s also ready to hit the road. Maybe I should just call her and tell her to bitch out Neighbor Care now so they can still make their scheduled delivery time. Is it wrong to use her powers of making others cry for evil instead of good?
12:01: There’s a really bad new version of “Sweet Home Alabama” on the radio. Here’s a question: why can’t people just write new songs/movies/TV programs instead of recycling old stuff?
12:05: Maybe I should eat something. I’m so freaking hungry. Oh, wait, there’s no food in the house and I can’t leave. Great, maybe I’ll pass out from hunger and won’t be able to answer the door when they finally show up and then I’ll die on the floor and won’t get to go on vacation. This is not going as well as I had hoped.
12:08: I can’t find the Neighbor Care number on the web. Do you realize what this means? I’m actually going to have to get up off the couch, walk 8 paces, and rifle through my bag for the number. I barely have the energy to type this post, much less move off the couch. Lack of sleep and food will do that to a person.
12:10: On the phone with them now. They are officially 10 minutes late, but “should be on their way.” That’s code for “we forgot to put your order in and are going to send someone out in the next 2 hours.” Ergh.
12:12: Still not here.
12:15: I’m starting to get angry now, and you don’t want to see me when I’m angry.
12:16: Know what makes me even more angry? They offered to drop the stuff off last night between 7:00 and 9:00, but I told them no. You see, I took 3D over to my sister’s house for dinner last night. I really wanted pizza. I should have just stayed home and we’d be on the road by now…
12:20: F this, someone is going down (and not in a good way)!!
12:24: Okay, I give up. I’m just going to take a nap and they can wake me up in 2 hours when they get here. Bastards. Thanks for ruining everything.