The Occasional Solipsist

So I have done almost nothing over the past week but work and hang out at the hospital. Super-brother-in-law is starting to heal up after 2 surgeries, but he's got a bunch more of those before he's done. Poor guy.

I got in a huge ridiculous fight with his nurse last night when I was the only one there with him and they tried to move him. Said his supplemental insurance only covered him for a ward room instead of the private room he was in. I knew he was covered for it, but man oh man, did I have to fight for him to stay in that room. Its safe to say that his nurse and I aren't going out for dinner anytime soon.

I keep meaning to post something lately, but there isn't time, and I don't think my new boss would appreciate my doing it from work. I've come across a bunch of things that I've been meaning to talk about, but I think I'll do a linkfest soon and save myself some time.

A fellow blogger did one of those random questionnaire things, thought I'd join that party. Here is her link, and here are the questions and my answers. I'm too lazy to tag anyone, but if you're so inclined, take the questions yourself and link back in the comments:

Q1. If you had to name the most terrifying moment of your life so far, what would it be?

Q2. If you could keep only one article of clothing you currently own and the rest were to be thrown out, what would you keep?

Q3. If you had to eat in only one restaurant for the rest of your life, which one would you choose?

Q4. If you could physically strike one person from your past (that you didn’t), who would you hit, and where?

My answers:

A1. Immediately after Trinity was born (as in right after the delivery) she was having trouble breathing. Too much fluid in her lungs. Superwife ordered me to go with her to the monitoring room, and the hour that it took to make sure that she was ok were the most terrifying moments of my life.

A2. I would keep my Kingdom Come Superman t shirt. Second one that I've owned because I wore the first one out. I hope to get cremated in it.

A3. A little Italian place in St. Catharines called Cafe Amore. It is housed in what used to be an auto garage, and the food is the best I had ever had, every single time we went there.

A4. Probably my ex-stepmother. She was an abusive, mean, manipulative monster of a woman that was so insecure that she took out her petty jealousies on a little kid (me) for years. If anyone ever needed a punch in the face that I didn't lay one on, it was that woman.

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