So yesterday was going fine. Mom (who you might recall I live with and care for) is just sleeping. I go to wake her up for a doctor's appointment and she's completely out of it. Can barely speak, and nothing she says is making sense, then she starts vomiting basically continuously. Also complaining (barely coherently) about dizzyness and a desire to sleep.
That's a cocktail that means a trip to the hospital. Because she's so out of it I end up riding with her just so the doctor's have someone to get real information out of. Spend about three hours sitting in the trauma center/emergency ward at UMC, which is really rather nice as ice cold medical dungeons go. They tell me she's going to be admitted overnight, and I decide to stay until she's settled in her room. Then some kind of large accident comes rolling in with multiple victims, doctors running back and forth. You know it's going to get bad when you start seeing doctors and residents throwing on the face mask with splash resistant eye shield.
Now, I don't have a car, or any nearby friends to call these days, so my trip home is a pocket full of bus fair. I have no idea how cold it really was, because I've got the flu, but I was only wearing a t-shirt and it's November in the desert, so probably pretty fucking cold. Certainly it felt that way. Eventually, I simply had to leave before it got too cold. So I scurry out to the bus stop out on Campbell which is fortunately a straight shot to the bus stop closest to my house, which is still about a mile from my front door.
I finally get home, wrap myself in my bathrobe and crash in front of my tv, barely conscious, and eventually passed out. At some point I woke up and dragged myself to bed.
Wake up around 2am, and spend the next eight hours trying to get in contact with my mother so my raging anxiety disorder will calm (good news or bad, I just need to know). Finally I get ahold of her, and she's doing better, but probably not coming home today because they still don't know what caused everything. Tests tests tests.
Now I'm miserable with the flu, and to top it all off Verizon seems to think I didn't pay my bill and is threatening to turn off my phone, even though I did. Not the fucking time, Verizon.