The drive...

So we were supposed to leave around 11 am - 1 pm. Yeah... RIGHT!!! Like that was ever going to happen. Actually mom had a long day at work and I had some running around to do. So it all kinda worked out. Got to see my kiddo before I left too, so that was bonus. Couldn't find my Ipod and I was hella pissed. Finally found it after thinking I had left without it. It was in my backpack (yeah, I'm a dumbass and forgot where I put it). So we get cash out of the bank, fuel up and get ice for the cooler (taking tortillas up to gramma) and get rolling. We're 20 minutes out and I'm already pulling a Natasha (my kiddo) "are we there yet?" WTF!? I'm tired.... I don't wanna be driving for the next 10 hrs, but mom has worked all day and I've been sleeping so there is no way I ask her to drive. Chit chatted off an on, and then finally got pulled over outside of Alice, Tx. Troop came up and told me I was doing 81 in a 70. The suck. He took my ID and walked back to his car. Came back with a warning and asked me to slow down. Warning #1.

Traveled on and got to Austin. Stopped for a fatass Whataburger as we are somewhat in a hurry. I don't want to roll into the grandparents house around 5am. Just outside of Austin, in the Round Rock area, is Troop #2, and my radar detector goes off just as I look to the side of the highway and see him pulling out. I don't even bullshit. I pull right over, put the truck in a police cruiser tilt and open windows, turn on lights, hands on wheel and radio off. "yes officer, good evening". "I'm trooper so and so, I stopped you because of your speed. Lic and Ins please" Handed him both Lic and my ins. "do you have your weapon on you sir?" "yes, I do". "Well, without touching it, could you tell me where it is?" Me: "yes sir, right hip, in a holster". So yada yada yada back and forth and he asks me, so who do ya work for (my id picture is of me in my EMS uniform and my radio mic can be seen on my shoulder, so I look like a cop) and I just said McAllen ( I failed to mention in what capacity I work in down there) so he just brings me a warning and lets me go. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, warning # 2.

Got to Tyler finally and drove up to the grandparents house. Wanted to be real quiet and get in and crash out... nothing doing. Grampa is up. "Marcos, come in here" So I go and he proceeds to tell me that he's been having chest pressure and pain to the arm (kinda like when he had his heart attack) for the last 2 hours, but he was waiting on me to get there so we could call an ambulance. If I hadn't been so concerned about him, I woulda chewed him out. Anyway, Bolance shows up, he gets a ride to the ER, Troponin is at 0.4 and he's got A-Fib c RVR. 10 of Caridzem and a 5cc/hr drip later and we're in Tele for the night. Hopefully the Troponin goes down by the next draw and we can go home. I swear I didn't drive 10 hrs for a hospital stay.

On another note. There is no word on his cancer. Just that its a squamous something or other (yes, I'm going to google when I finish with this). There is a circular pattern of skin removed from the back right side of his head and its about the diameter of a grapefruit, not pretty at all. But he's tough and shows it. We all are I guess.

So anyways, here I sit, in the tele room, listening to grampa snore. I'll knock out soon when mom, gramma or Edna get here to take over.

I'll update again later today.

Peace