Mary Oceans Hurts

Tardiness

I woke up today with the same headache.
nothing seems to be going right. Last week I had to close down Mary's bakery. my prized possession I had been saving up to open my own bakery since the age of ten and now it was gone.
Grandma was Diagnosed with brain cancer four months ago and treatment has been extremely expensive. I've applied to different positions and different companies, even fast food places. Yesterday I finally heard back from Listers, a company that invests into small businesses.

Grandma has been in the hospital for about two weeks now. She couldn't pretend anymore, the pain was unbearable. The interview was at 4pm, I could make room for a couple of errands, I thought.

1:30 pm
I walked up and down the aisles of the grocery store making sure to only pick up the things in the list. Milk, bread and green apples, Grandma loves green apples.

2:05 pm
Riding the bus back home from the grocery store. The bus is full of loud pre teens and teens that just got out of school. I stand near the exit when a girl with a private school uniform gets in, her hair shuffled and one of her sleeves torn off. a strange sight even for the area in which I live. We make eye contact and she scuffs and bumps my shoulder while making her way past me and to the back bus, catching everyone's attention in the process.

Ring-Ring! Ring-Ring!

My phone rings. I move the light grocery bags from one hand to the other in an attempt to grab my phone. I didn't recognise the caller id but still picked it up in case that it might be an interview scheduling.

I was wrong, it was the hospital. Grandma had a seizure.

2:45 pm
I got out of the bus and ran as fast as I could to the bus stop headed to the hospital, tears streamed down my face. I knew they didn't help but I couldn't help it.

I didn't see the light turn Red and the Black Bently didn't see me running.

The car flung my body forward; it was like slow motion.
My elbows and knees were scraped and my waist hurt like never before. The owner retrieved himself from the car yelling and calling me all types of names. putting pressure on my left thigh I got up and rushed picking up the items that had been scattered from the grocery bags. I didn't look at the individual shouting profanities.

3:00 pm
All of my body ached as I stumbled to my grandmother's room where she lay unconscious. The nurse gave me a sympathetic smile; it only made me feel worse. She told me that grandma would wake up in a couple of hours and to "keep my head stable" telling me not to worry makes me worry more.

She noticed my bruised elbows and hands, and the state of disorder I was in and forced me into allowing her to check me.

An audible gasp escapes her after she lifts my shirt.

"Sweety, that's not good." She says looking up at me concern shaping her face. I looked down at my waist, an enormous bruise covered my left side.

"Oh." that's all I could say.

She pressed three fingers down into the bruise making me flinch. The pain was a ten but they were not adding anything else to my mothers hospital bill.

3:20 pm

blinggg bling Blinggg

My alarm ringed.
"Oh My!" I pulled the 40 something year old nurse's hands off of me, rushed out of the room and out of the hospital. She tried to follow me but I closed the elevator doors on her. I was going to be late for this interview.

The bus was taking too long so I walked for 20 min to the following transfer point where I got into the bus headed home, again.

My phone vibrated making my heart sink. But lucky me it was just an Email for the interview confirmation. Ten min in the bus felt like an eternity.