A Time of Crisis

[ifeelbetter]

For those who know me in person, you probably know that there is nothing in the world as important to me as my family. I can fight with them, become horrifically angry with them, be driven out of the house by them time and again, but I will never find anything like the bond I have with them outside of my home. My mother is a hard worker, in case you don't know her that well, and doesn't know how to take a break. She works at a high school as both a French and Literature teacher during the year and pushes her kids as far as they can go and gets extraordinary results from them. But she does this on about four hours sleep a night. She's no spring chicken anymore and this is somewhere around her ninth or tenth career, the list running like a tour of New York City and its surrounding Burroughs. The reason I tell you all of this is that my mother had some sort of heart attack last night. She's been wallpapering and re-building all over our house because, as a teacher, she gets the summers off and she doesn't know how to relax. So she pushed herself so far and so hard that her hands, neck, and feet have been aching constantly.

After her 'attack' last night, which I sill hope was just a reaction to all the chemicals in the air and not an actual heart attack, she refused to go to the hospital. So I sat by her bed as she slept until my dad came home at 2 AM to stay with her, just in case it happened again while she slept and did more serious damage. This morning, at about 5 AM, she woke up, told my dad she was fine but wanted breakfast, and drove herself to the hospital. I have no idea what is happening now. Giddy, my little brother, is at work today, but my sister and father have gone to the hospital to join my mother. I am supposed to stay in the house waiting for news.