This morning, I woke up to Ms. Baby’s face stuck in my face, yelling at me to wake up. Although it was in her language, I got the point. I figured she was trying to get me up, because I was late. That thought quickly fled my mind when I looked at the alarm clock and saw it was 5:30 AM. Being as I had to be at the Farmer’s at 7:30 am, I went with it.
After doing that Hip Hop abs thing, and grabbing a cup of coffee, I decided I would let Ms. Baby out and go water the plants, and the garden. As soon as I opened the sliders, Ms. Baby darted for the garden and took her spot underneath the tomato plant. I watered all the plants and looked at my poor drooping pepper plants. They are not going to make it. Be it from the heat, lack of rain, or the chemicals that the &^%$ lawn people put on my yard, I don’t know. (THAT’S another post).
Anyway, when I grabbed the hose and pointed it to the garden, Ms. Baby ran like the wind into the house. After drowning the plants, I hurried inside, I had bare feet, and the concrete was HOT.
I scooted down the road and made it to the Farmer’s with 3 minutes to spare. Although I did take the long way, because I promised my fabulous hair dresser some fresh corn on the cob (AND folks I got the hook up on that one). I dropped off the corn at her shop, and flew down the road. Ok, maybe not “flew” because I had to drive through town.
(I have the feeling I am being long-winded tonite, but I really will get to the point in a minute ok?)
The Farmer left for his Doctor’s appointment, and I went in and gave Momma her first round of meds for the day. Usually, she sleeps through it, this morning she was awake, and actually smiled at me and told me she was going to sleep for a little bit longer and then would I please come and get her up. You betcha, no problem.
After the meds, Momma went back to sleep and I got busy washing the Farmer’s laundry and some of Momma’s and then mopped the floors and started breakfast. The Farmer arrived just as I was putting the eggs on (perfect timing). After breakfast, I chatted with the Farmer, the Doctor gave him a good bill of health, although he had to have a shot. But he doesn’t have to go see the Doctor for another 6 months and it’s all good in his health hood.
I had told the Farmer, since I have pretty much all week, let Momma sleep in, today I was getting her up early, because the girls would get her up early over the weekend. I went in and raised the blinds in her room, and sunlight filled the room. Momma always has a small table light on in her room, because she does not like the dark, but when the sunlight hit, she opened her eyes and for ONCE was not grumpy about having to get up.
I gave her a bath and started to get her dressed, and then Momma made me giggle. She asked me what day it was, so I told her the date and day. Then she looked at me, and said “Whew, we haven’t passed it yet.” ”Uhm, passed what Momma?” ”Well your Dad‘s birthday”. Because the Farmer reads my blog I cannot go into detail about the conversation, but I really did laugh.
Momma made it out into the front room, and the Farmer and Momma were chatting while I was changing the sheets on her bed, and loading up the bed linen and bed pads to carry downstairs to the laundry. I heard the Farmer telling Momma he was not having his “night out with the guys” this week, and that they would watch fireworks and something about the 1912 Overture, and then I went downstairs.
The Farmer left after I came back upstairs, he had to go to Wal-Mart to get his and Momma’s meds, and some food stuff that I had written a list for. I was sitting in the front room with Momma and I thought she was snoozing, until she looked at me and said “So, you gave him what for didn’t you?” ”Uhm, what do you mean?” ”You told him I wanted him home on Wednesday night didn’t you? That’s why he’s staying home to celebrate with me”, I replied a bit confused but went with it and said “Uhm, yea, ok”. She beamed her pearly whites at me and went back to sleep.
The Farmer arrived back home with his purchases and I helped him unload the car. The Farmer then sat down in his chair, smiled at Momma, and told me “Honey, I feel really bad for the Electrician about now”, I asked “Why” ”Because it is really friggin hot out there and I can picture him in that wind tower, and it’s gotta be at least 120 degrees in there, I hope he’s ok”. (I must insert here, I had already sent 3 text messages to the Electrician and he hadn’t responded, and I was a little nervous. I just didn’t want to admit it.)
I finished up at the Farmer’s and was headed on my way back to my house when my cell phone rang. It was the Electrician…. ”Hi babe” I answered, he responded short and to the point “Hi Hon, I’m on my way home, they sent us all home” ”Are you ok?” ” 2 guys fell out today, I was one of them” (me) “ARE YOU OK?” ”I’m on the way home I’m ok”.
Can I just please take a second to tell you that I was driving the back roads home and my heart hit my stomach and I had to pull over by the river for a second, because I got scared. Heat exhaustion, is nothing to play with.
I flew home (no joke, the Rav 4 can go when I need her too), I got there before him, and I was sweating. When he pulled into the driveway, I flew out the front door, hugging him, and touching him to make sure he was ok. He was pale, but alright. We came inside and I made him tell me what had happened, folks he is embarrassed. (Now Camsgranny’s back is in an uproar, and ready to just kick someone’s A$$) The Electrician works very hard. Sometimes too hard. He thought he was ok because he was sweating buckets, his pants and shirt were soaked, and his co-worker noticed there was no sweat on him, the Electrician started throwing up. They brought him down out of the tower, and into the trailer (which has air conditioning).
As a side note about the same time this happened, I was listening to music and heard a song that the “3 musketeers” used to listen to and I got goosebumps. My Electrician’s Guardian angel was warning me, something was going on (that’s probably why I was uneasy most of the morning).
Needless to say, we have spent a quiet, relaxing evening and I’ve been pumping fluids into him. I have lectured him and even threatened him, as in “If you don’t listen to me, then I will call YOUR Momma.”
Folks, I understand a job is a job, but when it harms you, maybe you need to re-think it. Or if nothing else question the people who put you into that position. The weather here is alarmingly HOT, 102 degrees. Then if you factor in the heat index, that makes it about 110-112 degrees, inside of the towers, could be anywhere between 120-130 degrees. Oh yea, and the other guy that “fell” out, he went into the same tower and was working the same job as the Electrician (the Electrician’s replacement), it took him about 30 minutes before he fell out. Uhm, THAT’s when they sent everyone home. I have a serious problem with this. In my Opinion, (and I know everyone has one and they all stink), but I would check the weather and the heat advisories (which just about my whole State is in one), and I would check the temperatures in the towers and maybe call the day a little early, and push into the next day. Because, I’m sorry, no job is worth it to get ill, injured or dead. And seriously right now, we’re in the middle of a Heatwave.
While you can chalk this one up to a wife who was very scared for her husband, there have been deaths from this Heatwave, I just don’t want one of my family, or the one whom I love the most, to be one of them.
The Electrician is now snoring, usually I would bitch about this, but tonite, it sounds heavenly to me.