As I've probably stated on here before; I hate telephones. And as I've probably said at one time or another; I don't visit my folks as often as a good child would do. And I've probably also mentioned that one of my worst fears is to get the "call"; that one of your elderly parents is having a medical emergency.
Well I got the call, and I'm quite ashamed to say it was two days after the fact.
Ya see....I have a cell phone and it's always in my purse across the room or across the house.
And the house phones are in my husband's office and somewhere else obscure (I never check the machine). I depend on my husband to give me answering machine messages that come in.
And I rarely check my cell phone messages, because no one ever calls and I hardly ever use it.
So on December 10, I find a chilling cell phone message from my mom, left on the morning of the 8th during which she was having a heart attack and waiting for my sister to come and take her to the hospital.
You have no idea how absolutely shitty a child can feel.
She's ok. The doctors were able to stop the heart attack before any serious damage was done. She takes a lot of medication and it seems that she accidentally let one slip through the cracks.
SO. For 2008, I'm cutting back to 4 days a week at the bookstore and spending a day at my parent's house working instead. I'll be cleaning, doing laundry, ebay auctions, organizing (it is a critical case of packratitis) and throwing away lots of stuff (I HOPE).
I'm really looking forward to this. Probably my favorite thing to do is to throw stuff away and organize. I will be in hog heaven. And more importantly, I will be taking a big load off of my mom.