2013 November 02, Saturday. Mom said we would visit today my father's grave after lunch. We would be hitching with Ate Manani and Grace. But I had doubts about these, saw the FB status that Ate Manani and Grace had already went to MMP.
I jolted out of bed - Obet was calling me up! He rarely calls - it was brief. I should rise and get out of bed, Mother wants to be brought to the emergency room. OHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
But after he called, I sobered up. Wait. Wait. My Mother did not call me - it was Obet. Why should I go? I despise hospitals being an emphatic psychic. Then, as intuition let me - I checked my mobile text messages. There : Mother had texted me to bring her to the emergency room!
How should one feels bringing in one's parent to the emergency room?
Worried? But worrying would not ease her and it would only be feeding stress.
Tearful? Good thing that with all the storms in my life - my emotions had been numbed to an immediate meltdown, always a delayed reaction.
Calm and detached? YUP! My mind was focused on playing Plants vs Zombies 2. I took note that my Mom was still able to dress up, placed a head band, and put on lipstick.
Mother asked us to be brought to Makati Medical Center Emergency Room. Oooops. I pointed out San Juan de Dios Hospital citing the exorbitant lab costs and my experience last year - she agreed. Obet brought us and then told us to call or text for updates and that we can take a taxi instead.
San Juan de Dios has an acute section and there were around 7 seniors including my other. The one across my mom would be confined. My mother was discharged by the afternoon. Marissa visited us in the emergency room - by then it was around 2pm and I was taking my own lunch.
Going home was a relief ... and a dread to the reality.. it would not be the last.
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