Yesterday I had nowhere I needed to go. I had things to do around the house, but when I woke up yesterday morning, I honestly thought I would not be leaving the house.
I popped out of bed and spent the morning in my 'jammies'. This time of the year my jammies consist of joe boxer plaid shorts and an old soft sweatshirt that has been washed a minimum of one million times. (I am a bit worried though, b/c I noticed a hole in one of the sleeves, and I am not sure what I will do when the day comes that I have to 'lose' the sweatshirt.)
Then my phone rings. It's Sam. He tells me he has an emergency and, can I get right over? I tell him it will take me a while as I have not even showered yet. He replies, "Oh dear. Oh dear. Oh dear."
Crap. "Sam, what is it? What happened?"
He informs me that his scooter has, once again, died.
"Sam, where are you?"
He was in the bathroom....
"Sam, I'll be right there. I look like crap, but I'll be right there."
I leave the house. Dressed as I am. No shower. Heck, I hadn't even brushed my teeth yet. I was saving that for after my diet coke. I mean, no one was here but me and Dolce anyway, and she didn't seem to mind. I didn't even grab my purse. I just ran out the door, jammies and all.
When I got to Sam, thankfully, he was out of the bathroom and sitting in his living room. His scooter was out of the bathroom too, and it was sitting next to its plug. (However, as I've mentioned previously, Sam cannot plug his scooter in. The plug on the scooter is under the scooter seat, and Sam cannot get down that low.) I asked him how he had gotten his scooter out of the bathroom, and He replied "inch by inch." Poor Sam.....
I got the scooter situated better and plugged it in. I got Sam situated better. I straightened up his apartment. Put his house phone on its charger, put his cell phone on its charger. Made sure everything was 'good to go'. Sam has someone else who takes care of him on Tuesdays, but she wasn't due until later. I know he would not be alone for long, so once everything was taken care of, I went back home.
Sam does not live far from me, and I have told him before that I do not mind coming over at night to plug in his scooter. That way, while he sleeps, the scooter can be charging. So far he has never called me for this though. When I asked him who has been plugging in his scooter at night, he told me that he just grabs whoever he can. I, again, told him that I do not mind doing it. I live close. Just call.
Got home and actually brushed my teeth and took a shower. However, because I still did not have plans to leave the house, I put back on my jammies and let my hair dry naturally.
Phone rings.
Jacob (Mark's son) is having an asthma/coughing attack at school, and no one else can be reached. Can I please come and pick him up?
Crap.
I go. Quickly. Again, dressed in my same jammies. At least this time I am clean and hopefully smell better and have minty fresh breath, but I am still in my jammies, and now my hair is wet.
I get to the school and apologize to everyone I see. I tell them I was (obviously) just out of the shower and jumped in my car to come get Jacob. Jacob is still coughing uncontrollably and having a hard time breathing. Manage to get a Dr. appointment, but thankfully I have time to swing by the house and change clothes. I get Jake comforted; both his coughing and his breathing are getting more normal and under control. I change clothes. JD (Jake's mom's boyfriend) shows up to get Jacob. I had sent Jacob's mom an email telling her what was going on, and she wanted to take him to the doctor. No problem. Now I'm finally dressed, and I have no place to go.
But since I'm dressed, I stay dressed the rest of the day. Go me.
That evening, I decide to get comfy. I change back into my jammies, wash my face, etc. Then I remember Sam's scooter. I call Sam. His scooter is not plugged in, and yes, it would be great if I could come do that for him. It's late. It's dark. Who will see me now? I go.
When I get to Sam's building, there is both an ambulance and firetruck out front. Oh my. I send up a quick prayer for whoever may be in need of help.... As I reach Sam's apartment, I realize the paramedics are at the apartment next door. The door is wide open, people everywhere. And in the midst of this, is someone I have just recently met.
(I have recently begun taking classes on how to be a tax preparer from Jackson Hewitt. I am really loving the classes. The teacher makes it fun, and the people are great. Joan is one of the 'higher ups' at Jackson Hewitt's Las Cruces' offices.)
... and there she sits on the floor of the apartment next to Sam's. I look in and get her attention. I point to Sam's door and she asks if he's a relative. I tell her, no, he is someone that I look in on. She nods to a lady I cannot see and says, "She's my mother." I tell her that I've got to go, but I'll be back.
I go and take care of Sam. He's already in bed, so there is not much to do. I plug in the scooter, check on a few lights and let myself out.
From what I can gather, Joan came to check on her mom and found her mom lying on the floor. Her mom was being a bit incoherent and Joan was scared to move her for fear of making the fall worse. Joan called 911. Her mom seemed to be OK. They were trying to decide whether or not to take her to the ER, but thankfully, she appeared to be OK; shaken up, but OK.
So........ the one and only time I was dressed yesterday, I went nowhere, but by golly every time I was being lazy in my jammies, well, then ... I got to go places.
I think I'll go grab a shower and get dressed. See what today brings......
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