La Suegra

My mother-in-law (hereafter La Suegra) has been planning her trip to Europe for weeks.  Every moment on the computer was spent looking up local customs, ticket prices, room rates, and local points of interest.  Not that she didn’t know most of this stuff already, having traveled to Europe before.  She was simply ecstatic about being able to return.  Those of you that have been to Burning Man and know the utter pain that is the need to be on the playa can relate here.  Italy is her BRC.  She was going with a couple people she knows, and they came over for dinner Sunday night.
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She needed to be out the door at 4:30am to make it in time to go through airport shenanigans, etc.

So, this guy and this gal come over for dinner Sunday night.  They’re already here when Milca and I get home from some random errands, and we find them relaxing, eating salami, drinking wine, and looking at Europe stuff on the computer.  Milca makes tacos, which are devoured and enjoyed by all.  At one point a rather nasty bottle of wine is opened (it tasted like someone smoked a foot with hickory chips, then ran a marathon every day for a month in the same socks), which I had only half of a glass of.  The night was a success overall, then everyone went to sleep.

The next morning La Suegra wasn’t feeling well.  She had been sick, had a sick belly, and was generally weak.  She had a couple errands that needed to be run, so I ran them, got her some Gatorade, and came back home.  After Milca got home from work, La Suegra decided to go to the ER as she didn’t want this to turn in to something bad in Europe, and that’s what health insurance is for.  Free/cheap drugs, and peace of mind.

So, the 3 of us go to the ER Monday night.  We get there around 7:45 or so (could be off), and begin to wait.  Milca and I go to get some food, come back having eaten a meal, and she’s still waiting to be admitted.  Once she’s admitted (around 12 or so), Milca and I went home to rest up, as Milca had to drive La Suegra to the airport at 4.  So, I stayed up to pick her up from the ER (a ten minute drive, likely shorter).  I got the call around 2:15 or so, and went to the ER.

She had a prescription that she needed to fill, and wouldn’t you know it, Pasadena won’t allow a 24 hour pharmacy.  That sucks ass.  So, we had to go to Monterey Park, deep in the heart of Asia.  We weren’t there long waiting for the drugs, and got home around 3:15.  Once there, La Suegra packed the last of her things, and Milca’s alarm went off.  She got up after a few snooze button uses, and took her mom to the airport, out the door at 4:25.
I promptly went to bed, and didn’t get up until noon.