Hello family members and other Ross enthusiasts. I've decided to start up the blog again, due to an outrageous number of requests (and demands. and threats) from many of my loyal followers. Starting today I'll try and get a post up every Monday, so y'all can get your Ross fix.
Last week I decided to try to get a job in the grain industry. I worked a 12 hour shift unloading grain trucks at the New Haven branch of the coop on Thursday. It's a bunch of elevators in the middle of the prairie a 45 minute drive from Holyoke. It was the crappiest job ever. The work itself wasn't difficult. I sat around a lot, and opened up trucks so the grain could go into the pit thing that brings it to the elevators. The part that sucked so hard was the dust. I was provided with a respirator, but after an hour my nose was running like a faucet and it was hard to breath. By the end of the night, after unloading probably 50 or 60 trucks, I could barely get half a breath and my lungs hurt like crazy.
Mom freaked out when I got home and wanted to take me to the E.R. right away, but I was like "Naw, Maw. I ain't goin' to no emergency room," or something to that effect. So I hung out, couldn't fall asleep until 6 a.m., and called the coop the next morning and quit. I missed a loop at the golf course on Saturday because I was so sick, sneezing and coughing up a lung and whatnot, and when I had to miss another loop this morning Mom put her foot down and made me see a doctor.
Turns out I had a gnarly allergy/asthma reaction to the grain dust, and I had to get a shot, toke on a vaporizer for awhile, get an inhaler for the first time since like 6th grade, and get some prescription pills. Now I'm sittin' on my bed in a drugged out haze.
So, that's pretty much what my last week was like. Skyler and I are going camping in the mountains this week, and there will probably be some shenanigans. I'll post pics and let y'all know how it goes next Monday, or maybe Tuesday or Wednesday, depending on how soon we run out of money and have to come back home.
Oh yeah, and I head back to New Orleans in 31 days. Wooooo!
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Well it's about damn time! :-)
ReplyDeleteI am so sorry you got so sick. That is awful. I hope you feel better after the drugs hit. They gave me an inhaler when I got sick when you were here. It was awful. It didn't help and made my hands shake. I hope you two have a good time! Take lots of pictures!
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Very nice. Now you'll only have to unload the dishwasher-tomorrow, after you're feeling better. I would like to take this opportunity to remind you that you do, in fact, still need me.
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