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Wednesday Oct 18
I am playing hooky
I am flying to LA - to Burbank actually -
to be interviewed by EEntertainment about my "Adventures
in Stalking Fabio" stories and the Fabio website, www.FabioIFC.com.
The FABIO SPECIAL runs on Valentines Day - 2001.
I had a rather unpleasant alarm yesterday
as my younger son collapsed while in the men's room at work.
An accident brought on by medication, nausea,
and a refusal to eat or drink for 12 hours because he was tired of throwing
up.
I went in the men's room (setting the door
ajar) to find chaos.
I cleaned him up and redressed him and threw
out his shorts. I got him up to his walker but he was lightheaded and
went down to the floor. Gracefully.
A male manager was helping me.
I ran for an office chair - the wheel chair
was at home - and we got him into the chair and back to the pad in the
office.
The doctor said to bring him in.
SERT wanted an ambulance (route training).
The doctor didn't.
So two men and I dragged the office chair
to the car and I took him in for hydration. The ambulance showed up later.
He's been throwing up for a week.
He's been in and out of the clinic (day hospital)
for routine visits (three times a week) but they hadn't stopped it.
I have been calling nightly - because he was
warm and chilled and that means
something.
I can make the drive to Stanford in 30 minutes.
So in we go - to the "loop".
I grabbed a wheelchair from the lobby (since
the rental is at home) and took him in for the IV hookup.
While there (I went back to work), he threw
chills and fever so they admitted him.
They also had a scheduled CT scan, some shots,
and maybe a lumbar - but that might be phostponed.
With him ill, they cannot do the massive dosage
thing.
Houston is in doubt - for him. I have to go.
I have no idea what to do with him if he cannot go.
By 7PM he was perky, sitting up and eating.
By 8PM I was fetching candy bars and soda,
chips and snickers and Reese's Cups.
The doctor tried to gag over that.
I went home at 9PM after Buffy.
I washed my hair.
I sipped some wine.
I went to bed.
Today I took a long bath, had breakfast (Medifast
and eggs) my pills and a Xanax. since I turn red when I fly.
I managed to get out of the house - my make
up sort of on, my dress tighter than it should be, wearing my new Easy
Spirit slip-ons.
You see, the sudden need to get him to the
hospital, without underwear, made it
necessary for me to hit the stores last night - so I bought myself shoes
while getting him shirts, shorts and PJs. This had allowed me to bathe
him before putting him to bed.
He looked good.
The shoes were great. I mean, after all, when
you are in the mall, and wearing trashed 1-year old I wara-them-everyday
shoes, and the fake aligator boots are on sale.... well.
Ho ha!
I have heels in my rolling suitcase.
I have a jacket for flying and one for the
interview. I am wearing pearls.
I am professional today.
The suitcase weighs a virtual ton - filled
with my personal Fabio and me stuff, his press kit, photos, signed photos,
private photos - me and him - every event - plus books (the ones with
his name, the ones with h is body). Tee-shirts and the Fabio pillow. Even
the Extreme Troy calendar and
a copy or two of Jettison.
I lift it with ease. When you haul a 200lbs
recalcitrant or ill (he varies) child regularly, the suitcase was trivial.
It is to be a cattle-car shuttle flight.
My timing was impeccable - not withstanding
the bath. A woman must shave her legs after all.
I found Terminal A at San Jose - and drove
round and round and round and round.
Until I was at the top of the parking structure
- then drove over to 4B and drove round and round some more. Somewhere
in the clouds I parked and rolled on over to the elevator.
And found the gate.
See how useful experience is? I did this all
with practiced ease.
And the flight had been cancelled.
Of course.
I am to be met at the other end.......
They put me on another flight - I will arrive
minutes before the 2PM interview.
Egad.
I hope they can find me.
I indulged in a McDonald's yogurt Parfait
- a strawberry blueberry granola
thing. Big serving. Frozen berries. Very good.
Because I now had a two-hour wait and there
would be no time to eat once there.
I also found and purchased the Playboy with
Chyna on the cover. (My older son says she looks like a bad drag queen
- however the photos belie that). My younger son
wanted it.
Seems there was fog in LA - and the planes
had backed up.
So I sat and waited, and almost forgot to
get on the plane.
I said I had brought the tee-shirts - the
one my son made me among them.
The one that says "If you are not 6'3", blond,
blue-eyed and Italian, Don't Bother!"
They want some stories on camera.
I think I should have skipped the Xanax -
I am red anyway. ANd I may be just a tad too relaxed.....
The latest story?
There was a flock of geese - Canadian snow
geese - stopping off in Fremont.
There is a preserve nearby - the one I got
lost in at 2AM one day.
Flocks and flocks of them.
Need waders to walk in Central Park in Fremont.
My youngest son and I had spotted them when
coming home one afternoon.
Stuck in traffic on the Dunbarton bridge.
Well, this particular day, we had been driving
IN to the clinic and we saw a lone goose, flapping like crazy, going the
wrong way.
I pointed this out.
To which my younger son piped up, grin on
his face, "Probably looking for Fabio."
They just never give up.
As I said, I am a bad Mommy.
I am playing hooky from the hospital and that
entails.
The kid is happily playing Diablo II on my
pretty Mac G3 laptop. Yep. He got his paws on it.
My sons are nothing if not persistent......Can't
figure out where that came from!
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