So Christmas was interesting..... We had planned to leave home on *Sunday*, with my sister in tow. We had reserved the rental car for Saturday, b/c the local rental place isn't open on Sunday. But that worked out OK, since we ended up leaving a day early on Saturday anyway, due to the weather beating down our way for Sunday. So we missed out on making gorditas, eating pancakes, and watching It on Sunday. But that was OK: had an extra at home with the family.
However, our rental car sucked. We had reserved a standard - got a compact. With no cruise control, no CD player. It made for a sore leg and lots of shitty music on the ride home. So it goes.
Christmas Eve was also great - church was packed, and we were stuck in the (cold) entryway on the (uncomfortable) folding chairs. But we had a nice dinner, and generally enjoyed each other's company at my uncle's place. On Christmas Day we went to my wife's parents.... and just after we'd opened presents, I got a call from my sister: my grandmother was in the ER! Merry Fucking Christmas!
No, it all ended well. She had woken up nauseas and dizzy and vomiting. Which ain't good when you're 75. So off we all went to the hospital - with fears of heart attacks and strokes playing in our heads. She ended up spending two days in the hospital, and was subjected to a series of tests (EEG, EKG, echo cardiogram, blood work, CAT, MRI, sonogram on her carotid artery, urine, stool) - all of which basically came back OK. No stroke, no heart attack. The best guess right now is that it could be a bit of anemia, or even just a viral infection in her inner ear. But she's home, doing good, up and about, eating, and ordering everyone around. So you know - life is back to normal.
BUT THEN - weather loomed again, and we ended up having to come *back* to the city a day early - if we didn't want to get fucked by the car rental company. So, on Thursday, everyone got together to have Christmas dinner at my grandmother's house - and to eat the mole (the Mexican chocolate sauce - not the rodent) and chicken. But not I! Though I TOTALLY got a plate to take home (along with tamales and enchiladas).
It was, on the whole, the most interesting Christmas I've ever had. It was *exhausting* - lots of time at the hospital, freaking out. There was some good stuff over the past 10 days, but I think I'll save that for the next time. I think it was one of those times were you really appreciate what you got - true holiday spirit and shit like that. Srsly, a healthy grandma = best Christmas motherfucking ever.
However, our rental car sucked. We had reserved a standard - got a compact. With no cruise control, no CD player. It made for a sore leg and lots of shitty music on the ride home. So it goes.
Christmas Eve was also great - church was packed, and we were stuck in the (cold) entryway on the (uncomfortable) folding chairs. But we had a nice dinner, and generally enjoyed each other's company at my uncle's place. On Christmas Day we went to my wife's parents.... and just after we'd opened presents, I got a call from my sister: my grandmother was in the ER! Merry Fucking Christmas!
No, it all ended well. She had woken up nauseas and dizzy and vomiting. Which ain't good when you're 75. So off we all went to the hospital - with fears of heart attacks and strokes playing in our heads. She ended up spending two days in the hospital, and was subjected to a series of tests (EEG, EKG, echo cardiogram, blood work, CAT, MRI, sonogram on her carotid artery, urine, stool) - all of which basically came back OK. No stroke, no heart attack. The best guess right now is that it could be a bit of anemia, or even just a viral infection in her inner ear. But she's home, doing good, up and about, eating, and ordering everyone around. So you know - life is back to normal.
BUT THEN - weather loomed again, and we ended up having to come *back* to the city a day early - if we didn't want to get fucked by the car rental company. So, on Thursday, everyone got together to have Christmas dinner at my grandmother's house - and to eat the mole (the Mexican chocolate sauce - not the rodent) and chicken. But not I! Though I TOTALLY got a plate to take home (along with tamales and enchiladas).
It was, on the whole, the most interesting Christmas I've ever had. It was *exhausting* - lots of time at the hospital, freaking out. There was some good stuff over the past 10 days, but I think I'll save that for the next time. I think it was one of those times were you really appreciate what you got - true holiday spirit and shit like that. Srsly, a healthy grandma = best Christmas motherfucking ever.
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Also, HNY