sunday morning: my sister wakes me up almost hysterical and on the verge of tears because something’s wrong with my mom. apparently, she had a headache the night before and when she woke up it was still there are and she was vomiting and shaking. my sister tells me nona is on the way to our house and i bolt up from bed and try to comfort my mom. minutes later, nona arrives and suggests that we go to the ER. all of us decide to go so we get dressed and pile into the car.
the doctor decides to admit my mom to the hospital for observation and further testing. if this weren’t already bad enough, family politics had to make it worse. as my mom lay there in the ER, we had a sister-meeting on whether or not to call dad. we decided to call him and tell her afterward that we did.
what happened after was a hodge-podge of mixed feelings. disappointment, anger, hurt, anxiety, relief and just plain old confusion. i think the reality of my parents marriage and their situation just hit us all that day.
we got through the day in a daze. sleep deprivation and heavy medication can have it’s merits in a situation where you just have to grin and bear it.
the good news is my mom is okay and it was just a combination of being fatigued and Meniere’s Syndrome. apparently, women over 40 years old should take lots of vitamin B to prevent getting Meniere’s.
monday: decided to go to work after a week of “rest”. the kids were so happy to see me and i had to recount my tonsillectomy over and over again to curious ears.
“did it hurt?”
“yes. extremely. so you better take care of your tonsils.”
PLUS... i passed the Education Board exams!!! finally, that chapter of my life is over. i’m a licensed teacher and there’ll be no more studying for me.. at least for a while. perhaps i shall get myself an MBA one of these days but for now, i will bask in the happiness of having accomplished something substantial before the age of 25.
funny story: stan is now known as Stan Jobs in my school and subsequently i’ve been called Mrs. Jobs for the day. an unexpected run-in with my students at Casino Espanol yesterday has been the cause of this ruckus.
"so, how old is Stan Jobs anyway?"
"he's 35."
"35!! uh, i think your boyfriend likes hot young girls then.."
1 comment:
Hey Chez, hope your mom's ok! That was some scare.
And how did the name Stan Jobs come about? Haha! That is soooo funny! =)
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