Sunday, December 28, 2014

Yes. Something IS Missing. Nine Hours Of My Time, And Four Hundred Of My Dollars.

If you came here looking for tales of Mrs. Hillbilly Mom's unicorn-and-rainbow life, you will be sorely disappointed today. SORELY is the operative word there. Thank goodness it wasn't OPERATIVE.

Been to the ER with the #1 son all day. All the good will and humor has been wrung out of me like juice out of the soup of Farmer H.

More Monday night. Somewhere. Maybe here. Maybe there.

He's okay though.


Sioux said...

Sorely? That must be a clue. I think the butler did it in the library with the candle holder.

I guess I will have to be patient, since I am not capable of deduction....

Hillbilly Mom said...

You can certainly pick up what I'm layin' down. Perhaps the caps were a bit of a clue.

What kind of mansion do you think this is? LIBRARY? BUTLER? It was actually the RA with a couch cushion in the SLounge. That will be further elaborated upon at my not-so-supersecret blog.

Kathy's Klothesline said...

Even though I was an ER nurse for years, I sometimes think they prolong the agony of the visit to discourage repeat business.. I never felt that way, I liked to keep them moving and as soon as I had bathed them and addressed their future hygiene habits I sent them on their way!

Hillbilly Mom said...

I think there were just too many people there for the amount of doctors. The triage nurse was no help. She seemed to have an attitude, so good luck to anybody who pissed her off being seen quickly.