This morning, my co-worker had a flat tire, so she called and asked for a ride home. Before I left the house, I told my girlfriend that I would most likely be taking her home on my way home. It was just about 15 minutes before I was scheduled to leave when I received a text message stating that my girlfriend may need to go to the ER. I didn’t see this because I was working but 6 minutes before work ended, I received an email to my work email saying hurry home, “I need to go to the ER.” I asked what happened and she replied, “Extreme pain may be cyst may be more I feel dizzy and nauseous due to it.” So I told her that I had to take my co-worker home but I would be there as soon as possible because it was on the way.
As I am driving home, I message her 15 minutes after leaving work to tell her I am exiting. She says that she can barely move, so I ask her to tell the kid to get his shoes on and make sure that she doesn’t need an ambulance all over text message while driving. Something in her words makes me realize it seems like she expects me to stay at the hospital with her and her 2 kids. At first I thought I was rushing home to babysit so that she could go. Then I realized she probably couldn’t drive so I was offering to driver her there. Since I had not had so much a bathroom break in hours, I started to panic because I had sitting down and relaxing on the toilet scheduled in my near future. Now I do not see a chance to use the restroom in sight and I am envisioning having to take care of 2 small children that can not behave at home in a hospital waiting room for hours. I have never sat in a hospital waiting room for anyway, so the idea of dragging children there when we live less than 10 minutes away was bizarre. Somehow when I texted her telling her that I had to shit, and I couldn’t do that at a hospital with 2 kids, she said “What” So I called because I was nearly wrecking my car trying to text her and rush home. Apparently, I yelled at her and she hung up on me. I came home, tried to get her son to put his bike away and clean his shit out of the bathtub because nothing disgusts me more than him crapping his pants at 7 years old, staying in it for way too long and then bathing and leaving chunks of shit in the tub.. When his bike gets stolen because he likes to display it in the front yard, I will laugh. If he gets sick from playing in his poop, I won’t be surprised..
Fast forward to after I have changed the babies shitty diaper, she is only 3, so I guess I will forgive this, and after I have dressed her – we are all finally in the car and now I have done something to make my girlfriend not want to go to the hospital and demand to go home. I take her to the hospital anyway, but she refuses to go in. We drive back home, and she just lays in bed refusing to speak to me. I guess I will go feed her kids and stare at the computer until I go to bed.
