My sister in law has been sick for a while. I haven’t worried too much because frankly there’s not a hell of a lot I can do from here, and the only things I worry about are things that I can change. So my last week has been:
1) Newborn premature baby nephew died in hospital. No one knows why. His heart just stopped.
2) Distraught, crying wife. She was very, very excited at the prospect of having a nephew because my sister in law isn’t even supposed to be able to have kids, biologically speaking.
3) Us agreeing to her talking to her mum before doing anything, then talking about it together. She gets on the phone, makes a bunch of phone calls, then all of a sudden: “We’re flying to New Jersey tomorrow.”
4) She books the wrong ticket, and books it for that day, instead of the next day. Gets all distressed and distraught over that, but Alaska Airlines customer service sort her out.
5) Rebooks the tickets free of charge. We get to the airport and… she spells my name wrong. It’s not like we’re married or anything. Still get through TSA, and we figure that we’ll change it when we get to the other end because there’s no time.
6) Go to Camden, NJ a bunch of times to visit sister in law in the hospital, a 110 mi round trip. Every trip ends with crying wife. It’s like some fucker cuts onions and leaves them lying around everywhere.
7) Try to change my name on the Alaska ticket. Nope, guess I’m not going to have the right name on the flight back. Silver lining: first class upgrade. Seriously though, there’s no computer reason why you shouldn’t be allowed to change the name. Someone was just being a dick when they wrote the program.
8) Fly home first class, which is pretty awesome. Get the dog from a friend’s place. Arrive home and find that the fridge had actually stopped working the day we left, and that all of the food has exploded. Even the dog doesn’t want to come inside the apartment. $300 worth of food destroyed. Spend the next 2.5 hours doing a deep clean on the fridge, and discover a black mold infestation has taken place inside the fridge as a result of this. Service tech comes in at midnight, asks if we flipped the breaker… the light is on mate, but the compressor isn’t kicking in. My guess - either the compressor is down or the thermostat is broken, but either way with that black mold in there… we’re gonna need a new fridge.
So 72 hours later and only 8 hours of sleep in there, I’m just PEACHY.
 Those guys are awesome. They deserve lots of beer.
 For those not in the know, if you wanted to know where the most gunshot injuries happen in the United States of America… it’s Camden. Seriously. Two of the trauma surgeons were training for Iraq and requested Camden specifically because they have so many gunshot injuries. They also have a helipad.