The EMT hunks informed me that they would be taking SCM to the hospital which I was told is the standard with chest pain complaints.
I guess if THEY tell the patient to suck it up and take a tums and SCM croaks, I would soon own an ambulance.
Out comes the stretcher, on and strapped down goes SCM and out the door they go.
I was informed they are taking him to the nearest facility with a heart floor which fortunately, was just a couple of miles away. Unfortunately, the hospital sucks goat cheese in all other respects but whiners can't be choosers.
While the ambulance is still out front, I call my son, explain the situation and ask him to come over to sleep and watch the Princess. He panicked and said he would arrive as soon as possible.
I informed him to take his damn time because I do not relish the thought of sitting in the Emergency Department for the next few hours. Besides, I needed to dry my hair.
We all have our priorities.
Just as I hang up the phone, my mother frantically bursts through the front door. She sees me, runs to check on Anna and seeing it isn't the two people she actually likes in that ambulance, she breaths a sigh of relief.
"What's wrong with (SMC) now?"
Having him call 911 isn't a common event but his complaining incessantly about every ache and pain was so this wasn't a huge shocker to Mother either.
"Mom, how did you know there was something going on here?"
Mom lives around the block but I couldn't imagine even in the unlikely event that she saw the flashing lights that she would suspect it was coming from our cul de sac.
"The neighbor across the street called me and said someone from this house was being brought out on a stretcher," she stated.
Whaaaa? The Mrs Kravitz of the Shady Pine subdivision had been peering through her window at 1am, had looked up my mother's phone number and called her in the middle of the night. I am sorry but I didn't appreciate this one bit. My mother kept going on about how thoughtful it was. Well, yeah, maybe for her but in my mind I was just had my privacy invaded and am having to inform a person that I may not have chosen to inform.
Would this piss you off or am I overreacting?
(Part 3 this weekend)
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