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There is nothing quite as thrilling as waking up to your mother's semi-panicked voice at 5:45 a.m., telling you to get dressed and come upstairs because "something" is "wrong" with Grandmom. She oddly however, specified that I should get clothes on first. (And y'know, I totally would have charged up buck ass naked, too--I think she knows me too well.)
Turns out that the Congestive Heart Failure was kicking up hardcore, and I got to listen to her gurgle and struggle to breathe until the ambulance got there.
It was bad enough that I called my boss and told him I wouldn't be in until I knew what was going on--I was really expecting the call from Mom saying to come down to say goodbye.
At the moment, she's stable, and I'm at work, about an hour late. Still jittering from adrenalin. I'm wondering if I can keep it going until after work, cause I have a bad feeling about the crashdown. *nod*
( At least the weekend was decent. )
Turns out that the Congestive Heart Failure was kicking up hardcore, and I got to listen to her gurgle and struggle to breathe until the ambulance got there.
It was bad enough that I called my boss and told him I wouldn't be in until I knew what was going on--I was really expecting the call from Mom saying to come down to say goodbye.
At the moment, she's stable, and I'm at work, about an hour late. Still jittering from adrenalin. I'm wondering if I can keep it going until after work, cause I have a bad feeling about the crashdown. *nod*
( At least the weekend was decent. )
