Ironheartz
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Know what's even worse? Some mornic asswipe called me on the phone saying that my son was in the hospital and I needed to be there right away. The person said it was the princpal, Van der Weter so I assumed it was real.
Crying and being hysterical as a mother, I half walked and half ran all the way to the hospital which is like about 10 mins walk away from where I live. Being heavy, going uphill is no easy feat but I sure had leg cramps and was panting. Nearly passing out, I went into the E.R. and inquired about my son.
The clerk there gave me a puzzled look and said, "Ma'am, we do not have a patient by the name of K---- A---". I was puzzled and said that a principal from school had called me and told me my son was there.
I think the next thing I know, they had to sedate me becuz I was seething with pure and utterly rage! I went to my son's school which ironically is practically across the street from the hospital and inquired about the call. I even had the print out to prove them. The kind principa, also seething with rage, posted it all over the school to find out who made the call. To this day, I am still puzzled and seething with rage who made the call to me that day.
Crying and being hysterical as a mother, I half walked and half ran all the way to the hospital which is like about 10 mins walk away from where I live. Being heavy, going uphill is no easy feat but I sure had leg cramps and was panting. Nearly passing out, I went into the E.R. and inquired about my son.
The clerk there gave me a puzzled look and said, "Ma'am, we do not have a patient by the name of K---- A---". I was puzzled and said that a principal from school had called me and told me my son was there.
I think the next thing I know, they had to sedate me becuz I was seething with pure and utterly rage! I went to my son's school which ironically is practically across the street from the hospital and inquired about the call. I even had the print out to prove them. The kind principa, also seething with rage, posted it all over the school to find out who made the call. To this day, I am still puzzled and seething with rage who made the call to me that day.