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A week ago last Friday, my husband called me at work (my new job). He was ill, and wanted to know if I could come home (for a backstory, hubby has Cancer, Abdominal Aortic Aneurysm, PTSD, Manic Depression, Ankylosing Spondelitis, Diabetes, and several more issues. When he calls me home, I tend to come home due to all of this)
My new work was totally understanding, the restaurant had closed and we were just cleaning and doing prep, so I came home about 2 hours early. My son called me at home and told me he got a speeding ticket..going 5 miles over the speed limit. Okay, no biggie. Then, he called me back about 1/2 hour later and simply said "I've been in a bad accident". I immediately asked where he was and left to go there.
His car is totaled. The other car is totaled. It was his fault (now, this is the first time he's ever been in an accident that was his fault, so I didn't yell too much). Thankfully, except for bumps and bruises, he is fine.
On Saturday, his roommate needed to go to Walmart and get groceries. Since his car was totaled, I agreed to come get here and take her there. We got to the store and were walking around talking about what we needed, when I slipped in a puddle of water on the floor (no signs, no nothing to indicate to be careful) and fell. Bumps, bruises, owies, and a possible broken hand.
Go to the hospital for xrays. Get a cold from the people in the emergency room. Cold turns into bronchitis.
Cannot work for a week, and had to miss all of my classes last week.
Fortunately, my work was behind me and didn't even ask for a doctor's note (although I had one) and just wanted to make sure I was okay. They told me to quit working so hard as I was still recovering from the bronchitis, and repeatedly told me to take extra breaks so that I didn't get too tired. (I love my new job!)
My new work was totally understanding, the restaurant had closed and we were just cleaning and doing prep, so I came home about 2 hours early. My son called me at home and told me he got a speeding ticket..going 5 miles over the speed limit. Okay, no biggie. Then, he called me back about 1/2 hour later and simply said "I've been in a bad accident". I immediately asked where he was and left to go there.
His car is totaled. The other car is totaled. It was his fault (now, this is the first time he's ever been in an accident that was his fault, so I didn't yell too much). Thankfully, except for bumps and bruises, he is fine.
On Saturday, his roommate needed to go to Walmart and get groceries. Since his car was totaled, I agreed to come get here and take her there. We got to the store and were walking around talking about what we needed, when I slipped in a puddle of water on the floor (no signs, no nothing to indicate to be careful) and fell. Bumps, bruises, owies, and a possible broken hand.
Go to the hospital for xrays. Get a cold from the people in the emergency room. Cold turns into bronchitis.
Cannot work for a week, and had to miss all of my classes last week.
Fortunately, my work was behind me and didn't even ask for a doctor's note (although I had one) and just wanted to make sure I was okay. They told me to quit working so hard as I was still recovering from the bronchitis, and repeatedly told me to take extra breaks so that I didn't get too tired. (I love my new job!)
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