my stepfather had a pacemaker installed today.
oh and butt implants.
OK, not really, but dammit, he's 82. he needs a butt.
the surgery went very well. i was amazed at how much color he had when i went to to see him afterwards. looked great. sounded good.
wanted to get out of bed to pee. that's how i know we're family.
AND he got lasagna, salad, broccoli, a lemon bar AND coffee for dinner. (and i had Thai food. i got the better end of the deal!)
so during our stint at Memorial Hospital, my mom took my darling husband in to visit, leaving me to watch the purses and what not.
that's when the fire alarm went off.
and the magnetized door to the waiting room shut automatically.
i had this image of me trying to get out the building, carrying two purses, one tote (filled with a sammich, water, 2 romance novels and pepto. that was my mom's) and one backpack (filled with a police scanner, manual and book. that was my husband's)while trying to let them both know that i was still alive, unsmoked and unsinged.
but, since i smelled no smoke and no one was running around trying to avoid being singed and smoked, i decided i was OK.
it was annoying, though, listening to the chiming of the alarm. at least it was somewhat pleasant.
it was about to get worse.
my parents, who are notorious for not telling things...important things, decides to call my step-niece, her step granddaughter. and tell her what's going on.
because the niece knows nothing of the surgery.
and so, in the course of the conversation, when my mom mentions that i'm there with her, the niece declares that i will die for not telling her.
my mom fails to mention that i was sworn to secrecy by both of them to not tell the granddaughter or my stepfather's son.
sold up the river. by my own mother. the one person in the world i thought would stand by me through thick and thin.
just apparently not when it comes to saving her own butt.
remind me, if my mom ever gets a pacemaker, no butt implants for her.