My Dramatic Week Part I

I'm beginning to wonder if it's just my family, or if everyone always has SOMETHING dramatic going on. We could seriously be a soap opera. Or a reality show. Either way it would be a way boring, and pathetic, but incredibly dramatic production.

Wednesday morning I woke up to a call that my mother has woken up on the porch early in the morning. Apparently she had passed out. When she came too she was experiencing chest pain. My sister called the paramedics and she was taken to the hospital via ambulance. She was in A-Fib for 9 hours. Her heart rate was erratic, and her blood pressure was scary low. I don't know what "A-Fib" is, but it's a type of heart attack.

Scary stuff.

And it happened on my kiddos birthday of all days. After taking cupcakes and flowers to my girl for her special day I headed up to the hospital to sit with my mother. I brought lunch, and made my way to room 19 where I was told to go. I knocked, and opened the door. And found a twenty-something african american woman. Not my  mom. Obviously. After finding a nurse at a desk I asked if she could please find my mother who had been brought in earlier that morning. They didn't have my mother in the system because, well, I had gone to the wrong hospital.

I had parked a mile away, and struggled and waddled while half carrying-half pulling my 2 year old, all the while trying not to spill our drinks, while our lunches balanced dangerously in my purse. I went to the hospital that was only 10 minutes away from my mothers house. The ONLY hospital my family has ever gone to. Were they there? Nope. Did they TELL me that they had gone to the hospital 30 minutes from their house, the one that they NEVER go to? Nope. Even AFTER my OTHER sister did the SAME exact thing????? NOPE.

Let's just say, I cussed. More than a lot.

I packed up my lunch, and 2 year old and made my way across town, trying to drive and wolf down a chicken salad sandwich at the same time. If it weren't for Leah's disappointment, I would have just gone home. I'm glad I got to visit with my mom though and see first hand that she was okay. She felt SO bad for it happening on Hailey's birthday, as if she could help it! I told her it was fine. Most of the celebrating would be done Saturday anyhow. Or so we thought...

TO BE CONTINUED...

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