BAD BOX CUTTER!!!
I got so much freight last night, it wasn't funny. And I was all alone, until Heather got there. She helped me a lot, but I had to leave right at seven. I feel a little bad because I left her a lot of stuff to do. I told her I'd stay and help her work her risers one day. Oh, and, when Heather was helping me do some stuff in the game isle I was cutting some plastic off a box. I stopped to say something to Heather, and then started to drop the box. When I went to grab it before it fell, I stabbed the hell out of my finger with my box cutter. I looked at my finger for a second, but it wasn't bleeding, so I started to cut the plastic again, then blood started to drip on the box. Ew. So, it was a pretty deep cut, which covered my bandaid pretty quick, but now it's okay. My mom's boyfriend, Marty, broke up with her yesterday. Apparently it was for another woman he's been friends with for like 20 years. So, I woke up to my sisters crying and talking to my mother on the phone. She's saying how she "just wants to be with grandpa." Who happens to be dead. In other words, she wanted to kill herself. She said something to the affect "I have nothing to live for". Kayla was like, "Hello, you have 3 kids to live for." I don't think she cared. I was thinking about not going to work, which would have avoided the stabbing of my finger, but we had four trucks and a lot of freight. And there wasn't much I could do for my mom. She was home and had taken a lot of Xanax and went to sleep. I think she talked to Kayla's dad a bit, and he ended up calling for an ambulance. When the ambulance came (I was at work), they took her blood pressure and checked her eyes. That was it! Nothing else! When they asked her how much Xanax she took, she says, "I told them I took one and had nine left." In all actuality, it was the other way around. When they checked the pills, she let them see her diet pills. Both my mother and the EMTs were stupid on that. So she's all depressed and wants to die. I'm not sure what to do. I hope she doesn't do anything, especially in front of my sisters. I did call my Aunt Kathy, the real christian one, and asked her what to do. She said to call my uncle Larry, who had his phone off. When I got home this morning, I found out that Danielle is going to stay with our Aunt Kathy for a while. I hope she has fun. Well, that's my story for today. I'm gonna go do the dishes then go to bed. Ta. Hai |
Written on 2004-07-25 @ 8:37 a.m. |