My day started YESTERDAY at 3:00 a.m.

Mom and I got on the road at 3:45 a.m.

5 hour trip for a 9:00 a.m. appointment.

After some blood work, a port flush and a brief visit with the doctor, we were sent on our merry way.

11:00 a.m. and we're on the road, heading back south.

2 hours into the drive, my cell rings.

Jesus

Umm...someone needs a blood transfusion.

They were as shocked as we were because she just feels and looks so damn good.

We turn around and drive two hours BACK to the clinic because they want to make sure there was not human error on the bloodwork.

Arrive back at clinic, get blood drawn, wait...wait...wait...and wait

Yep. Hematocrit and hemoglobin W A Y too low.

More waiting while they call the hospital to schedule a short stay transfusion.

After getting tired of waiting at the clinic, we head to our fave restaurant for dinner.

6:00 p.m. I get a call to head to the hospital, bed ready.

7:00 fill out a whole slew of history papers because for some reason, hers were not in the computer.

More waiting on doctor to bring something to the nurse.

More blood draw for cross type yada yada

Wait, wait, wait on blood.

10:00 p.m. still waiting.

umm remember, we have been up since 3:00 A.M.!

Midnight, the blood arrives.

2 units and 6 hours later, transfusion complete.

hellooooo it's 6 a.m. this morning.

Blood pressure too high to leave, more wait, redo.

7:50 a.m this morning, we finally get the go ahead we can leave.

Hallelujah!

Wait...forgot we have a 5 hour drive home.

It took us 5 1/2 hours to get home due to shitty rush hour traffic, but we got arrive safe and sound at 1:30 p.m. TODAY. With the help of a lot of coffee!

OMG I am way too old to be pulling all nighters.

It would have been great had I been able to catch a few winks at the hospital but being that I had a bedside chair similar to a wooden kitchen chair, that wasn't happening.

At this point, I'm almost delirious and just trying to keep busy until I can get to bed around my normal time so I don't screw up my regular pattern.

One hour to go and man, my bed is screaming my name.

All is well, it was a hilarious adventure really~

Driving to the trail to run this morning I had the radio on and the morning talk show was discussing the Miss America pageant and Miss California. Apparently Perez Hilton is in a hissy fit over her answer regarding gay marriage. Boo hoo Perez, you didn't like her response? It's her response, her opinion.

My opinion is like hers. It is MY BELIEF that marriage is between a man and a woman. Does that mean I have a problem with gay people? Absolutely not. Miss California answered the question with how she felt PERSONALLY on the subject. As if a question like that really has a place in a beauty pageant.

Then he has the nerve to turn around and call her a bitch because he didn't get the response he wanted.

What the hell is wrong with people?