Eva Darling!
Here's another little installment, as relayed to me by TB after my blood pressure went down a little bit: While in the Detention Facility, she called the facility nurse to come check out the mute (me) because I was becoming erratic. TB was holding on to me and touching my face/forehead trying to keep me calm when the nurse got to my office.
The nurse said, "What is this some kind of a Quality Assurance Test?" What followed was 10 minutes of the most insipid and vapid prattle ever uttered, while the nurse explained there's nothing wrong, he doesn't talk to anyone. She later admitted under question that just the week before we had talked about my high BP and subsequent headaches.
In the meantime however, TB called 911 Emergency and got them in there to take me out to the hospital. As a crowd had gathered to watch the show, one of the assistant superintendents told TB that Mr Jones keys would have to stay with her. Nobody has a key to any of my offices or IT rooms.
TB took my keys and shoved them into her pocket and said, "Jeff Jones doesn't turn in keys to anybody..." and they folded. TB asked me, after relaying that story, what was that all about. Tia said That biatch would have let him die just to have his office. There's a history there. Ironic because I outrank all of them.
So fast forward to the emergency room where the admitting clerk was postulating at great length about what kind of criminal I was...untill she saw my badge. Then stunned silence. Then to TB:
Are you Mrs Jones? No Here comes Mrs Jones now. Tia was in scrubs, so they said "Oh you're a nurse." No I'm a wife. Where is Jeff Jones and why haven't you initiated treatment?" OH they said Are you authorizing treatment?
Good idea she said.
That wore me out, telling that.
Rock On & Keep the FAITH
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Blues From the Bottoms