I said I would blog about this days ago but I just was unable to sit long enough to do so. The story was interesting so I thought I would still write about it
One day a week or more ago, I got up as always to get the kids off to school. Actually it seemed better then usual as I had actually gotten about 2 hours of sleep. I hadnt slept more then 45 minutes at a time because of my colitis being so bad. So this 2 hours felt more like 10 to me.
I got up, made coffee and woke the boys. I helped them with their clothes and what not and it was pretty ok. They had plenty of time to dress and eat breakfast, nothing was rushed and it seemed the perfect morning. Terry was even still asleep. I thought if my colitis let me, I would even try to sleep for another hour
The boys leave for school, I lock up and decide to message my nephew before I lay down. His mom just bought her first new home and I wanted to send her some flowers. I thought he might can take them for me so I can avoid delivery costs.
Anyway, I message him and he says he tried to call me but my phone is off. I am thinking the phone cant be off as I just used it. Then again, JUST might have been 5 days ago in my mind when I am not well. So I go to check the phone. OMG MY PHONE IS OFF!
I am thinking its just 9a, terry and I are alone and I have no idea what the day will bring. So I ask him to call tricia, to have her get online incase I need her to make phone calls to the phone company. My nephew then tells me NO.
I think to myself, I must have misread. I am panicked since I am not well and I am afraid. I tell him that I have been extremely ill, I should actually be in the hospital and that I truly need to have a phone. I am sure to explain to him in detail that I am bleeding so badly, its coming out of my protection and down my leg most time. My bowels are so bad that I am having accidents on my self. I reread what I wrote to him and then add that , again, the only reason I am not in the hospital is that I have no one to watch terry. Surely he didn't understand me the first time and now he will see exactly what I am saying and call tricia. He again tells me NO he will not call tricia. Stating that her daughter and him are not speaking. At this point I am in a full blown panic
My nephew is at least 22 years old or so and is not slow or ignorant or stupid, or at least that I knew of. He did graduate high school and even had attended college at one point. So I knew he could read. Yet what I was typing to him and his reply to it made no sense. I am telling him I am alone with a 2 year old, very ill, no one even on my block is home if something were to happen , I need his help and he tells me NO
Now I am crying. I just cant think. I start to look around online to find anyone I can trust to help me. Everyone is at work or away from their PC it seems. Finally I get a couple of people and one of them call tricia and call my house. My number was busy so I decided to go downstairs and check the other phones. NOT ONE phone was on the hook and every phone in our house is cordless. Terry was waking so I ran back upstairs
I calmed down enough to think to check my bill online. Well, that was paid up to date. At this point I was just not sure what to try. One friend had told me he as able to get tricia and she was on her way online. I was trying to think what the phone company would tell me to do (as I used to work for them) and then I remembered to unplug all the phone then plug them up one at a time. Yet, I have to go downstairs again. The pain is so bad. I still think that someone has cut my phones and trying to kill me. I even replay an episode from The Unit in my head and imagine there is some covert operation taking place and I am the target. (yes my imagine is very good when I am afraid or stressed)
Just as I am about to panic yet again, I start to think to myself. People move away from their families all the time. They have no help, they know no one, they have no one to rely on but themselves and the people in their house. No matter how I feel, I know that if something were to happen to me, terry would be here alone until at least 3p and it was just 9:30a. I had to get this phone issue handled in case I started to bleed again, incase I started to puke again, in case I felt faint again, in case I fell down again. I had to get this phone on!
Ok, that was all the brave crap I fed my brain. When I realized i had to go downstairs again, by myself, on such a cold, windy rainy day, the sissy in me was QUITE active. I looked at my baby, listened to all the weird sounds in the house and said a prayer. "God if something happens to me while I am down there, please make sure my baby and my computer keep safe"
I started to creep downstairs once again. I was thinking there were 3-4 phones to unplug and I was making the faster route possible in my mind. I got to phone number 1 ok, phone number 2 wasn't plugged up (probably terry...again), had a slight problem with phone number 3. The jack for this phone was behind a big, heavy, hutch type piece of furniture. There was no way in heck I could possibly move it. Just as I was about to give up and start to cry once again, I but then realized DUH! Its a phucking cordless phone stupid. So I just grabbed the base, unplugged the power cord and ran for the last phone.
The last phone was a wall phone but the power cord seemed to run behind the huge thingie the microwave sits on. There was no way to even budge it. I leaned against the fridge and thought I cant cry anymore. I just gave myself the entire WOMAN UP speech.
I walked over to the phone and tried to pull it off the wall. A no go. I then traced the cord again and lost it somewhere behind the 10lb sack of white potatoes. Then I saw the most wonderful thing that one can see on such a morning. The wall socket it was plugged into was on the other side of the thingie, not directly behind it as I first thought. . I got down as low as I could, pulling out the potatoes, some onions, the babies bear (dam, so that's where that thing was!) I get the last phone unplugged and dash back upstairs
By now tricia is online, I message her that I just checked my phone and its finally working. I message all my online friends that helped and then I called tricia. After I cried a little, yup, again, I got myself together and prepared to make terrys breakfast.
I get his noodles ready, pop them in the microwave and remember I didn't tell tricia something. I call her back and in mid sentence THE POWER GOES OUT! I know, this just all seems made up but its so true
First I think that someone is coming to kill me. First they cut the phones and now they cut the electric. Since my phone is cordless, I cant call anyone and with no power NO PC.
Just as I am about to get fully worked up and have a heart attack, or at least a mild stroke, terry starts to cry. I realize I am scaring him and I need to calm down. I take a deep breathe, go to the bathroom, cut the light on and wash my face
Cut the light on? How can that be if the power in my room was out. Well dam. I then see that the power is out in my room only and I just need to go to the circuit breaker and flip it. This wouldve brought me total peace except for one minor problem. I never knew where the circuit was in this house.
I grab my phone and head downstairs. I check the room where the furnace is, no breaker thing. I know it cant be elsewhere in the house as this house is so cheap nothing is on any wall but some cheap, flat paint. It must be in the garage.
Its very cold and windy and I have no shoes or anything on. Yet I refuse to go back upstairs again. Mainly because the pain is so great I cant see how I will get back up when I finish now. Anyway, I get to the garage and of course the light is already on. Since no one can turn a light out and the bill is always so high and (blah blah blah, fades to more complaining). I get in the middle of the garage, do a 360 and notice the deep freezer. Something is over there I just cant make it out from all the garbage piled up.
I walk closer and closer and yes! There it is (music plays and all that). Now I wonder how I will know which one to flip. I then see something that says like "OUT" or something. I don't recall exactly what it said. I then started thinking that someone turned it off. Otherwise why would that be the only one sticking out. Yes, I truly thought this. I had no idea that when this happens, it pops out to let you know which one to flip haha
I flip the switch and then grab my phone. If this is the right one, my phone should be working. Indeed it was. With phone working, lights all on, I head back upstairs again. Its no about 11:30a or so. I realized that I have been crying and in a panic since 9a and I was totally exhausted. Terry has gone back to sleep and I think I will just lay down an hour and compose myself. Just then he sits up and smiles at me. You know the smile. The "good morning mommy, how are you? I am lovely as I am 100% true love and your blessing from God"
At this point I take a deep breathe, thank Him for allowing me to live through this experience , thank Him for whatever lesson this has taught me and praised him for the strength that got me through it. I now prepare to enjoy another fine, wonderful day
