Mom: "When will it stop?"
(responding to today's medical emergency)
In the bedroom, Rich, my brother-in-law--who never complains-- stands doubled-over, groaning, covered in sweat.
"Call 9-1-1..."
"Take him to the hospital."
"Get his medications."
"Find the doctor's number."
"Where's his wallet?"
Mayhem.
My family's having a horrible time lately.
Rage, depression, migraines, pain. Four people. One house. All living, managing, coping, healing, existing with Chronic Lyme.
Instinct told me they needed help.
Me (armed with vitamins, stuff for green drinks, detox materials): Thought you could use a hand.
I didn't foresee kidney stones (not pleasant, but survivable).
Poor Rich--throwing up, reeling from pain, with elevated heart rate, and blood pressure.
As I type, he's under careful watch, being pumped full of IV liquids.
Everyone else is asleep, completely exhausted.
Life's never boring.
Altered Today: Appreciation for my improved coping skills. I don't worry ('til I have to).
You will be super-prepared for motherhood...it is constant fire-fighting and someone acting like there is an emergency even when there's not. Hope everyone is OK now!
Posted by: Robyn | 11/20/2011 at 09:50 AM
Glad you made it up to help! Please keep us posted on him!b
Posted by: Melissa | 11/20/2011 at 10:55 AM
I hope he's feeling better.
You have unveiled some seriously strength over the last year, pretty.
You are a hero now :)
Posted by: Saima | 11/22/2011 at 12:04 PM