Weirdness Abounds

I took today off from work so I could sleep.  Truly, I am that tired and overworked.  Would you like to guess what woke me up at 11:07 am?  Not the cat (although she had been obnoxious), not the lawn mower down the road--it was a low flying plane.  Yep, I seriously grabbed the cat and hit the deck and said, "oh, sh**!".  Yeah, my sister and I have had the conversation that nearly every time I encounter something life defying that my response is "oh sh*t!".  I'm not proud, I truly am not.  I'm afraid one of these times it is going to be the big one and the last words I utter before encountering the pearly gates is going to be "oh sh*t".  Hopefully God has a sense of humor. 

The other weirdo moment happened last night.  I HATE receiving advertisements from credit card companies, I hate that they sell my personal information to other vendors so that THEY can also harass me.  So when I saw the opt-out insert they tucked behind my last bill, I wanted to make a point of calling.  When I called a husky voiced from a wo/man (not too sure, folks) answered.  When I told him/her what I wanted s/he asked why I called this number.  Considering I had just given her my credit card number I started getting very nervous, especially since this is on the heels of the PayPal Fiasco of my birthday (someone stole my account and bought an Audi car).  I explained that the number I called was the number that was provided.  So s/he was chatty and was asking about if I had been affected by Hurricane Ike.  It seems kind of stupid to even admit it since I live in Indiana, but yeah, we got hit kind of hard. Besides Texas, we were the next state with the highest number of lives lost due to the storm.  S/he asks about the storm twice (what the heck?).  Then she finishes my transaction.  I asked her what I needed to do since I am planning on going overseas in a couple of months.  She then starts telling me to take Immodium because of the food.  Honestly, I've eaten some foods both here and abroad that I'm not proud of.  The last thing I want to do is sssllllooooww their exit out of me.  You understand?

At this point s/he realizes I'm a nurse and starts telling me about her cheating ex-husband.  She says since you are a nurse you will understand this, "I started dosing him with spironolactalone and an anti-psychotic and he was not the same after that." 

Ok, does that scare you at all?  Honestly, it did me.  I didn't even know some of the effects of spironolactalone until recently (among other things it suppresses testosterone) but having some fruit loop on the phone admit to poisoning someone, well, that's just not right.  That reminds me, I probably need to check my credit again...