Jerry

When I got home from work tonight Jerry was throwing up blood, so he went up to the ER here in town (about 830).

When he wasn't home by 1215 I went up to find out what was going on.

When I got there they were getting ready to admit him to the ICU. Jerry said (between dozing off) that they were thinking it was a bleeding ulcer. They took him up to the ICU and got him hooked up to all sorts of machines and what not.

As long as he doesn't get sick any more tonight they will wait till morning and do an endoscopy to figure out what is going on (she said the earliest would be 8 our time.) If he does get sick again, they will probably go ahead and do it tonight, but she will call me and let me know if that happens.

He hadn't been sick again while I was there (over 2 hours), so hopefully he wont get sick again.

I came home to get some sleep, and so that I can call everyone that I need to call in the morning. But the nurse has the house number if she needs to get a hold of me.

In the morning I need to call into Lowes, call Jerry's mom, my parents (when its late enough, I sent them an email just now), and call his OIC and let the LT know what is going on. Jerry told me to call him when I got home, but Krissy (the LT's wife) is expecting twins, I am not calling them at 3 in the morning.

As I was driving home tonight, I cut the corner a little tight and bumped the curb.

Of course with my luck there was a police officer right behind me. Who pulled me over (partly for bumping the curb, partly because I was not speeding, and the thought that I was going below the limit because I had seen him behind me).

I was already crying and upset about the unknown with all that is going on with Jerry.

So as I was trying to find my license, registration (which I never did find, I know its in the car) and insurance, I was crying.

He asked me what was wrong, so I told him.

He asked me where the kids were, because I told him that I had left the kids at home and was trying to get home to them (and had to tell him that Kelsey was old enough to be home with them, of course so he didn't think I was one of "those" parents).

He asked me if I was ok to drive home, and how far I was going (we were in the parking lot of Kelsey's school), offered to follow me, or escort me home if I wanted him to.

Then he gave me my stuff back and told me to be careful.

I just hope that Lowes is understanding when I call in. I am sure if it is anyone other than our new store manager they will be. The store manager is a hard A$$ about cashiers calling in, especially on the weekends.