The Kingdom Hospital (reprise)

after 7 months of this shit, you’d think i’d have emergency numbers, hospitals and all that crap on my phone by now.

today:
call grandpa. he says he needs to puke and puts down the phone.

choking noise.

get number, call the facility.

later on that day…

at work. on break. pull out cell phone. there’s a phone call. christ. it’s my dad, and grandpa was shaking violently. he had a 104° temperature. Felicia (his health aid) called the squad. my dad (para.): “take him to Kettering or Miami Valley, just not to Greene Memorial [down the street].”

later on, next break. voice message (para.): “This is Felicia; your dad’s at Miami Valley, but they took him to Greene Memorial.”

i swear to fuck, if he should happen to die in the hands of any facility with the word “Greene” in it, i will personally dismantle the fucking place with my fucking bare hands.

WITH MY FUCKING BARE HANDS.

don’t you dare think for a second that i will not try.

to top it all off, it turns out that my leukemic grandfather hasn’t seen his oncologist in well nigh a fortnight or more. paging Doctor Taylor, yer wanted for a pulpin’.

i am actually making a card tonight to put into my wallet that says “if found injured or dying, please deliver to nearest hospital that is not Greene Memorial”.