I got a call this morning from my Aunt Connie (my mother’s sister) which I let mosey on into voicemail since I hadn’t had my morning coffee yet and let’s be honest, family catch up calls can be so long and…involved. She and her husband are flying down next weekend for a huge Bauer Pottery sale (we all have our little quirks), so I figured she was just seeking trivial information like my street address or if I want to meet up for lunch.
Flash forward a couple hours and she calls…again. I’m elbow deep in dishes so I ignore, but can’t help but wonder where the sudden interest in stalking me is stemming from? Both of her messages are borderline nonchalant. Simply “hey, it’s Connie, give me a call when you have a second.” But twice in as many hours? I decide to bite the bullet, and if there were an award for ripping off the band-aid, Auntie C would win it.
Connie: “Caitlin!”
me: “hey!”
Connie: “your mom had a stroke. she’s fine.”
Uh, I’m sorry, what the fuckety fuck?!?!
Apparently, my mother’s leg started to feel a bit wonky late last night. Set to fly to Beijing this morning, she decided to wait it out and see how she felt in a few hours. After failing miserably to catch some shuteye, running to the bathroom after a phantom face tingle ignited the hypochondriac in her to ensure she could still smile, and just plain not wanting to take a risk, she called the EMTs to take her to the hospital at 4 this morning.
Her bloodwork was completely clean, blood pressure looked great, and for all intents and purposes, she was fine. According to the neurosurgeon on duty (thank God for small favors), she technically suffered a teeny tiny baby stroke that is shockingly common for folks over 60.
New meds, a new diet and a newly adopted motto on my part of “answer every phone call I EVER get from now on” should ensure this type of dramz doesn’t go down again, but sweet Christ! Talk about a case of the Mondays…
Hallelujah for deep breaths and a huge helping of Jenny’s homemade apple pie. Let the self-medication commence.
loves it … glad to hear your ma is doing fine! TGIT!