Went to Rabun Camp grounds this weekend, mostly because I didn't want to be left alone for 4 days...
It was so cold... I hated that aspect of it. Most who know me, know that I don't deal well with cold temperatures at all. 37° temperatures at while trying to sleep is not my idea of fun at all.
Midget had a blast, however. She loved being outdoors. Collecting firewood, going for walks. Sunday we went to Helen, rode on a horse drawn carriage, and we bought her a life-size (well Midget size anyway) Simba. Monday we went to Tallulah Falls. She was in awe of the water, and the suspension bridge.
Fast forward to Tuesday morning...
Noon: I tell Linda, "Watch her, I have to finish packing up so that we can leave." (Trent had to be at work at 5:30, and it was a 2 hour or more drive back)
1:30pm: I finish loading the car, and the only thing left to do is deconstruct the tent equipment. She comes over to help, leaving Midget in the camper. I put the last of the rods and stakes in the tent bag and walk over to the camper, Midget is standing in the doorway, with this disgusted look on her face and white particles on her lips and chin. Curious, I wipe them off. Instantly I know, they are parts of a pill... or what's left of a pill. I gave her to Linda, screaming. I went into the camper to find that she had gotten into Linda's UNLOCKED, RIGHT OUT IN THE OPEN, pill box... 2 pills were missing. 1 Metformin (a diabetes drug) 500mg pill (the white particles I swept away were what was left of that pill), and 1 Simvastatin (a cholesterol drug) 20mg pill (of which we never found). Chaos is the best word I can describe the next 40 minutes. Linda cramming salt water down Midget's throat... thinking it would make her vomit, me screaming at her to stop, James scrambling for cell phone signal... Finally a moment of clarity comes and I run to the pay phone at the top of camp, getting to the phone I dialed 911, there were two gentleman unpacking their SUV, getting ready for a day of bear hunting. Needless to say I am screaming, I am crying and I am largely hysterical... Yelling at the 911 operator, I didn't know how to instruct them to get to us... I was losing what little composure I had left, when the man took the phone from me and instructed the 911 operator how to get to us, turns out that man, whom I only know by Michael, was a doctor, he rushed back to our camp and immediately took over, trying to keep Midget awake until the paramedics arrived...
Michael I will forever be in your debt for helping us... Though we will most probably never see each other again. Thank you so much...
2:30pm: We are on our way to the hospital. The paramedics largely didn't know what to do. They wanted to call Poison Control, but they too, had no cell signal.
2:48pm: 3 minutes away from the hospital, Josiah, the paramedic, gets through to the Poison Control. They tell us there's nothing to worry about. That the Simvastatin would cause an upset stomach, and that the Metformin was harmless under 1700mg. We then pull over into the supermarket parking lot, and offload a very scared, sleepy Midget, and start the drive home.
3:30pm: We are at the Dairy Queen eating swiftly to get back on the road so that Trent can get to work, when Midget starts projectile vomiting ALL OVER ME!
4:19pm: We are back on the road after cleaning Midget and myself up.
We got home just as Trent was supposed to clock in for work. Calling his work he explained what had happened and left for work.
The rest of the night was uneventful...
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Wednesday:
My legs are KILLING ME from that run up to the phone... it hurts with every step... my legs didn't like the marathon speeds... Midget is feeling okay, she is watching Lion King with Simba.
I am listening to the GazettE's new album TOXIC... I am disappointed, only liking one song, and seeing 5 of the 14 songs are from singles released over a year ago, and 2 instrumentals... this feels like an even more shitty version of DIM...
I am also sitting here reading about a German man having been deported at the ripe age of 96 for "war crimes", having been an SS guard at Sobibor in World War II. Having been charged with 200,000 counts of "accessory to murder". I find this to be absolutely absurd... he was a guard, doing his job in war time... he would have been charged with treason and executed if he didn't follow orders. Instead he survived only to be charged 50+ years later... give me a break...
Why aren't we charging the pilots of the Enola Gay for 200,000 deaths, after all they were only doing their jobs as well.
How about the American pilots of Vietnam and Korea shooting random civilians for kicks... why aren't we tracking them down and charging them with "war crimes" as well...
I am disgusted with how we have given the Jews and Israel carte blanche in prosecuting "Nazis"... It's over...
Seriously Alabama... unconstitutional immigration laws... I think Obama said it best.
"We need to put a stop to this, what Alabama is doing, what Arizona tried to do, and other states who are attempting to follow, it's out of control. We can't have a patchwork of 50 states with 50 different immigration laws. We can't have a situation in which individual counties are trying to enforce their own immigration laws rather than having a national approach and following it."
One last thing... Pastor Joel Osteen needs an education... 90% of America's are NOT Evangelical Christians.
Anyway, I think I am going to spend some time with Midget, rest my throbbing legs, and sort ebooks...