So. Today was interesting. Eventful, quite. This week really came off with a kick, I've been so nervous that I've worked myself into a state of problem stomach. Gah. Yeah. So, maybe I've lost weight. I just know that it has made me not want to eat again, ever. I gave eating another shot around ten this evening with painful results.
I've been nervous all week because I had my WV State Bar character interview today. I thought that it would be horrible. I expected them to grill me about my speeding tickets, past jobs, etc. I've been so nervous about all of this that I had mom nervous for me. It's been pretty funny actually. I debated all afternoon about what to wear and ended up wearing my graduation dress because the heat was so stifling that I couldn't bear the thought of putting on any of my suits. Not to mention that I've been feeling pretty dehydratedy lately anyway due to the aforementioned stomach problem. Anyway, I finally get there, find the office and go in. The whole office was like a 70s flashback, but everyone was pleasant, and there was a fan in their waiting room, so I wasn't complaining. Finally, the man comes back to get me. Let's just say that he was not a young lawyer, (not that I would expect the head of my district's character committee to be un-elderly) but he was really polite and kind of charming. The other attorney there also happened to know most of my family, so that helped me relax a little. The third attorney was supposed to teleconference in, and there was a big production of trying to track him down via telephone. Finally, they're talking to me, and they're like, "well we really don't have anything to ask you about." They tell me to watch my speeding, and then give me some advice, and then they proceed to talk about why the third attorney isn't present, and how he has to have a colonoscopy the next day. GAH!!! The three of them then proceeded to discuss colonoscopies and "go lightly" the gatorade-esque stuff that one apparently has to drink before a colonoscopy, and dulcolax. No lie, ladies and gents, but ten minutes of the maybe twenty minute interview went to this topic.
Now, we all know that despite my mom's best efforts I am not a) a classy lady, nor b) prudish in the least. I could dissect something and eat a ham sandwhich at the same time. I could, really. Nothing really ever grosses me out....except dirty people, but that's a whole nother story. I was just thinking throughout the whole interview, "WTF?!?" and "You've got to be kidding me." However, I didn't know what the proper response was. Since they felt that it was a proper social topic, I attempted to keep up and commiserate. What else is a girl supposed to do? They were very nice men, and I enjoyed the non-bathroom related parts of the conversation, but the whole event was just extremely anti-climactic and ODD in comparison to what I had come to expect. Then again, though, things seem to keep taking that turn lately. As if all of this wasn't exciting enough for one day, it gets even better.
So, after this wild interview I head home and hang out for a bit. My grandma hasn't been feeling well, so I called their house to check in. My Uncle Terry had come in today because our family reunion is this weekend at Cedar Lakes. I was talking to him on the phone when I hear this horrible wheezing sound through the phone and my grandfather saying, "she can't breathe." I was totally freaked out, and Terry and I opted that I would call 911 and he would help my grandfather with my grandmother, who wasn't breathing well.
Now, I don't know if any of you have ever called 911 before, but I never had. Again, being how as it's, I don't know, 911 and all, I again had some expectations. You know? I imagined this professional operator and overall tone of ya know EMERGENCY! Instead, I found myself calmly reciting information to this woman who seemed about as passionate and "urgent" as the woman who usually takes my delivery orders at our local pizza place. I have seriously had more intense exchanges about what I wanted on my hot dogs with the woman at our local drive-in. Damn, for the way it all went down, I might as well have called 911 to order an extra large with pepperoni.
Meanwhile, I rush upstairs to change into jeans and a shirt, and still manage to beat the ambulance to my grandma's house. My grandma was having a panic attack and hyperventilating, and we couldn't get her calmed down. So, the ambulance arrives, and yada yada, we go to the hospital. My poor grandma is still scared to death, and she thinks that she isn't getting enough oxygen. She proceeded to have the world's longest panic attack until they gave her some adavan and she finally relaxed. The hospital ppl then proceed to do a million and four tests and such, a process which took four hours, until they figured out that she'd had an allergic reaction to a drug (sulfa) that caused her to trip out and hyperventilate, all of which was why she couldn't get her breathing under control. Gah. Yeah. It sucked. The doc and nurses were great, it was just all frustrating and scary, because my poor grandma has Parkinson's and such, is on a ton of meds anyway, so that's why it took them forever to narrow down the problem. What an evening.
Amy and I had had dinner plans (why I thought that I could eat remains unknown) and I'd had to stand her up. So, finally after 9pm I call her back and suggest our local Huddle House diner for a bite because I was starving. I had a great time catching up with her and tried to eat a few fries and a sandwhich. That dastardly sandwhich and fries are the reason why I'm up now suffering intently and typing this ridiculously long diatribe about my Wednesday.
Oh well, tomorrow (today) is another day, and maybe I'll actually get to study this time.
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