Just one of her BooBoos on her hip!
You came back to see the continuation! I am crazily happy! If you wanna get caught up you can read Moped Throws BabyGIrl Off!
When Idiot and his Wife arrived which was only a few minutes after me, so they probably zoomed as fast as I did.
They entered the ER room and the Wife immediately went up to BabyGirl with worry on her face Wife hugged her and asked if she was okay. The Idiot, I think his first words were, "And you had shorts." I may be blurry about that one but that was it. He stood next to me and never said hello or even go to hell. I do not claim what he was thinking as he stared. But from history, he was thinking of the doctor bills she just incurred on him.
After it was unchallenged that I was taking her home with me, I asked what we were gonna do about the moped. I don't know if it was shock or not hearing me or what. No one answered. I asked again and Wife looks at him and they were talking to each other. It was like, "Hello??"
She looked at me and said, "I don't know." Turns to him and echoed my question. I tend to forget he is hard of hearing sometimes with everyone talking or a lot of noise. (Really he is, not a joke) For some reason people who don't know me can't understand me when I speak at first. However, he knows me but the dollar signs were probably reeling.
He responded, "I don't know." It is like he didn't want to deal with it or something. So the impatient person I am, said, "Well if you don't do anything, I'll call my dad in the morning to ask him to get her Moped with his trailer."
It clicked for Wife. They discussed him bringing his trailer to pick up the moped. Finally they said he would go get the moped in the morning in which he did. However, he couldn't bring it to BABYGIRL's apartment because the trailer wouldn't fit in the narrow alley you have to drive through so he brought it to his house.
I have another option he could have used but I will give him credit for doing that and won't say anything else about it at this time. The moped is safe and that is all that counts.
Stay Tuned Part III--Next Day Exhaustion.
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Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
MOPED THROWS BABYGIRL OFF
Sunday night, around 10:30 pm after turning into my jammies I was putting my phone on vibrate when my phone rang. I see BabyGirl's girlfriend's number and name on my phone. My heart dropped. I answer. I'll call BabyGirl's Girlfriend "K". The first thing she said was "Layla is okay but she is in ER." or something like that. I can't remember the exact words. So she proceeded to tell me that she dislocated the same shoulder she has had surgery on and she is okay. After getting a few details Layla got on the phone crying. I told her I was coming.
She said, "You don't have to." I said, "Yes I do." Like I won't go..Are you serious?
So I dressed and got into my car driving down Evangeline Thruway to I-10 and then to Ambassador Caffery. Thank God I caught most green lights and there wasn't traffic! My mind was reeling with alot of thoughts! I couldn't panic I kept saying to myself.
I finally got to OLOL ER and they directed me to BabyGirl. She was sitting up in the bed with her finger pulse hooked up and her arm in a sling her face red and teary. "K" was sitting at the bedside talking calmly to her.
BabyGirl explained to me that being careful she put her brakes on too fast at the corner of Hwy 90 and Ambassador Caffery and the moped slid out from under her. A friendly Honduras man saw her and stopped. I wish she would have gotten that man's name so I could personally thank him. She called 911 as she was in pain. The cop and ambulance arrived and they transported her to the hospital.
Luckily the cop was in a good mood and didn't ticket her. He put the Moped in a parking lot of a business and tagged it.
As she was telling me Idiot and his wife arrived. "GROAN"
Doc came in and explained her arm was dislocated, they sedated her to pop it back in. They had done an x-ray. The ER doc told her to see her orthopedic doctor and gave her a prescription painkiller.
(Or maybe the doc came in then her father..It's blurry)
As we waited for discharge the discussion was where are you going. "K" said she could go back to the apartment and stay with her because roomie was away. Regardless, I took control and said, "She is coming home with me." I told her "You are coming with me"
I don't recall any objections except hers. Hers didn't matter at that point. She was in no shape to argue.
She will heal. As I said her arm is in sling, or maybe I didn't. She has scrapes and bruises many places. The only thing that has been bothering her is her neck. I have been massaging the knots.
I've been bringing her back and forth to college. Even went to her Stat Psych study group last night and it was boring but analzying the kids were interesting though!
I made her miss work Monday and today. She didn't need to be working without doctor's permission and her arm in sling although she has done it before. I found it was just too much emotional crap that went on and she shouldn't be there. She cried and whined saying she needed the money. I can understand that but still no do! We did got to her workplace and talked to a manager. She seemed to be understanding. Tough Luck if not.
I am bringing her to the doctor tomorrow morning.
.
Stay tuned if you dare to see what conversation Idiot and I had (Which was hardly any) and the rest of the story :).
She said, "You don't have to." I said, "Yes I do." Like I won't go..Are you serious?
So I dressed and got into my car driving down Evangeline Thruway to I-10 and then to Ambassador Caffery. Thank God I caught most green lights and there wasn't traffic! My mind was reeling with alot of thoughts! I couldn't panic I kept saying to myself.
I finally got to OLOL ER and they directed me to BabyGirl. She was sitting up in the bed with her finger pulse hooked up and her arm in a sling her face red and teary. "K" was sitting at the bedside talking calmly to her.
BabyGirl explained to me that being careful she put her brakes on too fast at the corner of Hwy 90 and Ambassador Caffery and the moped slid out from under her. A friendly Honduras man saw her and stopped. I wish she would have gotten that man's name so I could personally thank him. She called 911 as she was in pain. The cop and ambulance arrived and they transported her to the hospital.
Luckily the cop was in a good mood and didn't ticket her. He put the Moped in a parking lot of a business and tagged it.
As she was telling me Idiot and his wife arrived. "GROAN"
Doc came in and explained her arm was dislocated, they sedated her to pop it back in. They had done an x-ray. The ER doc told her to see her orthopedic doctor and gave her a prescription painkiller.
(Or maybe the doc came in then her father..It's blurry)
As we waited for discharge the discussion was where are you going. "K" said she could go back to the apartment and stay with her because roomie was away. Regardless, I took control and said, "She is coming home with me." I told her "You are coming with me"
I don't recall any objections except hers. Hers didn't matter at that point. She was in no shape to argue.
She will heal. As I said her arm is in sling, or maybe I didn't. She has scrapes and bruises many places. The only thing that has been bothering her is her neck. I have been massaging the knots.
I've been bringing her back and forth to college. Even went to her Stat Psych study group last night and it was boring but analzying the kids were interesting though!
I made her miss work Monday and today. She didn't need to be working without doctor's permission and her arm in sling although she has done it before. I found it was just too much emotional crap that went on and she shouldn't be there. She cried and whined saying she needed the money. I can understand that but still no do! We did got to her workplace and talked to a manager. She seemed to be understanding. Tough Luck if not.
I am bringing her to the doctor tomorrow morning.
.
Stay tuned if you dare to see what conversation Idiot and I had (Which was hardly any) and the rest of the story :).
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
God Give Me Strength
I know I said I wasn't going to waste my blog writing about the negativity my ex brings. But I guess its theraapy to write. Also my readers support me and give me useful advice sometimes. I would love everyone to read my blog but if some don't or don't want to put their two cents, its their choice. I'm okay with that.
About a week or so my ex called me. Here's how it went. Phone rings, my ID shows Idiot(HIS LAST NAME). Yes I DO have that on my phone. I sigh but curiousity seeps in and answer, "Hello".
He responds, "Hello, how are you?"
I mistakenly ask, "Okay, you?
He responds with the answer resembling fingernails scratching on a blackboard, "Oh you know, living in paradise."
I bite tongue and say, "So, what do you want?"
I could tell he was trying to word it nicely so he started, "Do you know about BABYGIRL buying a moped?"
I say, "Yea."
He then asks, "Do you know she is planning on going to Houma to see (Her GIrlfriend)?
I said I did.
He then says, "How do you feel about it?"
I said, "Well, she is 19 and..." DIAL TONE. Every damn time he calls me or we try to talk, he hangs up on me. Lately his wife has been mediator." Poor soul. If he would have allowed me to finish, the rest would have been "I have concerns too."
But, I having faith in all people, have this false hope that it was just a disconnection and he'll call back. Right?
I wait for about a minute and call his phone. His wife answers. I was taken aback which really I shouldn't have been. But anyway, I said I called (Asshole's) phone. She said, "I know but you hit a nerve!"
Patience wore out and I went off, "Me, hit a nerve? I could not say anything. Listen to me." I went over exactly what transpired. She said, "Well I don't know". I heard noise in the background that told me I was on speaker.
She gave me their concerns which equates to mine but as I said, "WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO? She is out from under our roofs. She is technically an adult." She proceeds to plead their case and I knew exactly where she was coming from but they were like me, had no answer.
WIFE and I had a civil conversation. Before I hung up, I told THEM since we were seperated, every single time (NO EXAGERRATION here) he called me, he hangs up on me and I AM TIRED of it. SHE apologized for him and I DID NOT accept it. I told her I pitied her because she is yet to see the side of him that caused us to divorce.
She shared what their attempts of resolution would be. I just told them to do what they thought needed to be done. I thought as I was hearing what she was proposing that they're going at it the wrong way. But didn't offer any advice. It was more like uh huh, hmm..We ended the conversation shortly there after.
After I hung up I thought about the whole conversation. We all have legitimate concerns. I worry and put her in God's hands. She knows my concerns and she knows I am always here for her.
I also thought about IDIOT. I thought why do I keep letting him in my life? There is NO reason to talk to him anymore . She is an adult. I hope when I see his name on my phone again I have the strength to just let it ring.
Do Not Allow Him In My Life.
About a week or so my ex called me. Here's how it went. Phone rings, my ID shows Idiot(HIS LAST NAME). Yes I DO have that on my phone. I sigh but curiousity seeps in and answer, "Hello".
He responds, "Hello, how are you?"
I mistakenly ask, "Okay, you?
He responds with the answer resembling fingernails scratching on a blackboard, "Oh you know, living in paradise."
I bite tongue and say, "So, what do you want?"
I could tell he was trying to word it nicely so he started, "Do you know about BABYGIRL buying a moped?"
I say, "Yea."
He then asks, "Do you know she is planning on going to Houma to see (Her GIrlfriend)?
I said I did.
He then says, "How do you feel about it?"
I said, "Well, she is 19 and..." DIAL TONE. Every damn time he calls me or we try to talk, he hangs up on me. Lately his wife has been mediator." Poor soul. If he would have allowed me to finish, the rest would have been "I have concerns too."
But, I having faith in all people, have this false hope that it was just a disconnection and he'll call back. Right?
I wait for about a minute and call his phone. His wife answers. I was taken aback which really I shouldn't have been. But anyway, I said I called (Asshole's) phone. She said, "I know but you hit a nerve!"
Patience wore out and I went off, "Me, hit a nerve? I could not say anything. Listen to me." I went over exactly what transpired. She said, "Well I don't know". I heard noise in the background that told me I was on speaker.
She gave me their concerns which equates to mine but as I said, "WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO? She is out from under our roofs. She is technically an adult." She proceeds to plead their case and I knew exactly where she was coming from but they were like me, had no answer.
WIFE and I had a civil conversation. Before I hung up, I told THEM since we were seperated, every single time (NO EXAGERRATION here) he called me, he hangs up on me and I AM TIRED of it. SHE apologized for him and I DID NOT accept it. I told her I pitied her because she is yet to see the side of him that caused us to divorce.
She shared what their attempts of resolution would be. I just told them to do what they thought needed to be done. I thought as I was hearing what she was proposing that they're going at it the wrong way. But didn't offer any advice. It was more like uh huh, hmm..We ended the conversation shortly there after.
After I hung up I thought about the whole conversation. We all have legitimate concerns. I worry and put her in God's hands. She knows my concerns and she knows I am always here for her.
I also thought about IDIOT. I thought why do I keep letting him in my life? There is NO reason to talk to him anymore . She is an adult. I hope when I see his name on my phone again I have the strength to just let it ring.
Do Not Allow Him In My Life.
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