Okay, I’m Gonna Try A Real Update . . .

God, I miss New Jersey . . .

Okay, updating.  After that last entry, where I was once again questioning me and Rob’s relationship and I said that we found work at McDonald’s, we both went in for training there.  Me on Thursday, him on Friday, and then we were both supposed to work on Saturday, Nov. 18th, from three to midnight.

Well . . .

Since September, at the okay of his neurologist in New Jersey, Rob’s been lowering his pheno half a pill a month in the hopes of him getting off of it.  He was down to half a pill on Nov. 7th.  (Also, oddly enough, his dad’s birthday, but his dad is another whole story right there that I don’t think he wants me repeating, so I won’t.  Let’s just say though, that his "father" is a disgusting person.)

Anyway, we were at McDonald’s about half an hour when this guy named John comes and gets me because Rob was "on the floor, having convulsions."  (Direct quote from the guy, yet when I told him Rob was epileptic, he says ‘what’s that?’  Oy…)

Rob had a grand mal seizure, and was taken to the local hospital where he had a neck brace on and had X-rays done, as well as a CT scan, because he’d hit his head.  He was at the Pratt hospital until Monday afternoon, when they transferred him to Wichita because there was a specialist in neurosurgery there and isn’t in Pratt.  (There was a small amount of internal bleeding around the area.  Thetransfer was just precautionary.)  But I was a basketcase during the whole thing.  I didn’t freak upon seeing him have the seizure, I kept my promise there.  And I was fairly okay around him, but when I got home and was alone…  Yeah.  I lost it.

Melanie and Dolly were great, though.  I needed to talk to someone and my first thought was Dolly, but her mom said she’d have her call me back, so I tried Melanie and talked to her some that first night.  Then Dolly called back and we talked that first night, the next morning and then after he came home on Tuesday night.

He’s okay now, though.  He was kinda wobbly and easily got dizzy for about a week afterwards, and he’s back up to the original dosage of pheno, but that’s okay.

On an upside, he’s off the medication for the petit mal seizures and there’s been no sign of one of them hitting him and it’s been about six and a half months.

We had Christmas alone.  Christmas day itself was the only day we’ve had off since the 22nd, and that’s because the store was closed.  I put in a notice a week ago tomorrow that we needed Thursdays and Sundays off starting this week, because we’re going to attend the local college here.  Yet, even though they had almost a week to accomodate us, they still scheduled us today.  Well, I said there was no way in Hell I was gonna work today and a manager called up one orf the owners, a jackass named Steve last night, but Steve said oh, the college doesn’t start till next week, they don’t need a day off.

Then, we did find someone who could come in instead of us tonight, and we went and I wanted to talk to the other owner, to see if she was any more reasonable.  Nope.  (Imagine me imitating this in a high, squeaky, ANNOYING voice,) "You didn’t put the note in two weeks in advance."

Okay, who the F*CK cares?!?!?!  I didn’t know you had to put in notice two weeks in advance!  Nobody ever told us that!  And of course, when I say that to her, she just gives me this smug shrug, (smug shrug… try that three times fast,) like, ‘well, that’s not my problem, you’re the ones out of luck.’

Frankly, Rob and I are checking out other employment options today, and if we find something that might look promising, we’re not showing up for McDonald’s tomorrow.  We’ll go and get the paychecks, then turn in our uniforms, and that’s that.  Screw them.

Yeah, it’s very abridged, but that’s about what’s happened to us lately.  Needless to say, the entire hospital thing clinched how I feel about Rob.  I’m with him, for better and for worse and all that stuff.  I love him.

And that’s my entry.  Hopefully next time I won’t have to wait so long before I can type stuff up.