Basia
Llama
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- Jul 17, 2001
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... and that I havn't checked in much lately, but right now, I just need to explode.
At the moment, I am under a lot of stress, finals are comming up, I'm trying to organize about fifty activities at once, while looking for a job. My entire world is crashing down around me. Then, this morning, my mother wakes me up. She's having sharp pains in her back, and heat, muscle relaxants, you name it, are not helping her. So, being the good kid that I am, wake up my step-dad to drive my mother and I to the local hospital. Once at the hospital, my mother adds one more complaint to how she was feeling, she started having chest pains. At 7:12 am my mother was diagnosed with having her first heart attack. I panic, not knowing what really to do and start calling everyone in my phone. Relitives start comming to the hospital. Mom is medlifted to a hopital in Boston. Step-dad, my self, aunt, and aunt's boyfriend pile into my aunt's car and drive to the new hospital. It's 11 am by the time we get to the hospital. Three of the longest hours in my life pass as they clear the block at the bottom of my mother's heart. Two hours later I gain the nerve to enter the ICU room to see her. Tubes and wires running every witch way in and out of my mother's 42 year old body. I couldn't stay in the room for long before I was in the hall or waiting room bawling my eyes out.
It's twelve hours from when they discovered my mother's heart attack, and I've spent time baking, cleaning, doing home work, and basically loseing my mind. I don't know what to do anymore...
At the moment, I am under a lot of stress, finals are comming up, I'm trying to organize about fifty activities at once, while looking for a job. My entire world is crashing down around me. Then, this morning, my mother wakes me up. She's having sharp pains in her back, and heat, muscle relaxants, you name it, are not helping her. So, being the good kid that I am, wake up my step-dad to drive my mother and I to the local hospital. Once at the hospital, my mother adds one more complaint to how she was feeling, she started having chest pains. At 7:12 am my mother was diagnosed with having her first heart attack. I panic, not knowing what really to do and start calling everyone in my phone. Relitives start comming to the hospital. Mom is medlifted to a hopital in Boston. Step-dad, my self, aunt, and aunt's boyfriend pile into my aunt's car and drive to the new hospital. It's 11 am by the time we get to the hospital. Three of the longest hours in my life pass as they clear the block at the bottom of my mother's heart. Two hours later I gain the nerve to enter the ICU room to see her. Tubes and wires running every witch way in and out of my mother's 42 year old body. I couldn't stay in the room for long before I was in the hall or waiting room bawling my eyes out.
It's twelve hours from when they discovered my mother's heart attack, and I've spent time baking, cleaning, doing home work, and basically loseing my mind. I don't know what to do anymore...
