More ranting

Yesterday was a very trying day.  I had to get up at 4 am and then go pick up my Aunt Sharon and cousin Chuck and drive up to Loyola Hospital in Chicago to take her for her cancer surgery.

Why should anyone have to sit in bumper to bumper traffic at 6 am?  Ah yes because people don’t know how to drive in rain.  It’s water people.  It doesn’t require you to slam on your freaking brakes every five seconds.  That is what causes the f’n accidents…NOT THE RAIN!  So due to the dumb people that freak out when it rains, we were late by 10 minutes getting to Loyola.

We get into the check in area and sign the sign in sheet and go sit down.  Another person signs the sheet and goes and sits down.  Then some guy comes in and goes to the people doing the check in and sits down and gets checked in completely bypassing the sign in sheet and waiting like everyone else.  I do NOT like anarchy so this was a bit much for me.  The lady that then ends up helping us is a complete and total bitch.  “What are you here for?” in a shitty tone.  Well we are definitely not here to stare at her ugly ass mole infested face that is for GD sure.  Why else would we be in the cancer surgery check in area dumbass?  Then she gets all snotty when we ask where we are supposed to go next because evidently it should be obvious that we have to go to a different building.  I mean who hasn’t gone through breast cancer surgery at Loyola Hospital at least 100 times already?  I still feel like going back up there and punching her in her ovaries…three times.  I have to take my aunt back on Monday so I may get another chance but that is neither here nor there right now.

So we move our car and pay for parking again to get to the next building and jump through more hoops.  At least those people were nicer.  The day allowed me to catch up with my cousin.   We grew up like brothers and were inseparable.  He ended up getting into the wrong crowd and we grew apart.  He’s been to prison twice.  It was nice to just sit around and talk about the old days.

Morris Redskins football.  Then we had a 10 minute grown up discussion about our pooping habits.  That is what damn near 33 and damn near 31 year old men talk about.  The glory days of their high school football years and then their pooping habits/other medical stuff.  We also watched Super Bad on my computer.  I don’t think the other people in the waiting room (maybe 1 person our age and everyone else my aunt’s age) were too thrilled with the language but seriously, could you imagine a 60 year old person walking over to my 6’1 345 lb cousin or even to me and telling us they didn’t approve of our movie choice?  My cousin loved Super Bad by the way.

We ended up being at the hospital for 11 hours yesterday.  My aunt ended up coming out pretty good.  They removed the lump and initial testing on the lymph node they took out as well came back showing no more cancer.  The doctor did say that they would do more tests on it and there was a 5 – 10% chance that they could still find cancer in it and have to do more surgery.  We were the last people in the office area.  Chuck and I went down to get the car and bring it around to pick up my aunt at the door.  There was a rainbow when we went outside.  We took it to be the sign from God that everything was ok.  Or maybe it was a sign from my mom (whose birthday it would have been) to let us know that she had put in a good word for her sister.  Either way, we felt much better after seeing it.

We ate at Baker’s Square on the way home.  Steak, mashed potatoes, chili, cornbread and pumpkin pie.  Yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuum.

I didn’t get home until 9:30 pm after getting up at 4 am.  So I went to bed.

Today my grandma and I went into to check on my aunt and take her to see her mom (my other grandma) at the nursing home.  My grandma and I then went out to the cemetery since yesterday would have been mom’s birthday (as already mentioned) and today would have been my dad’s birthday.  I told my mom that I would do what I could to take care of her mom and her sister and I could feel her happiness.  Call it corny and hokey but I could and f*ck you if you did call it that!

Anyway, after reading some of the other wrestling boards today to catch up on what I missed yesterday…I still hate wrestling.  A lot.  I could rant on this but you know what, it isn’t worth it anymore.  Wrestling is dead to me.  It is a place to see a short list of my friends and that is it.

Good Day.






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