This Wednesday was very unique. I was awoken early to my mom calling me from somewhere. She asked if I was up, then her phone died. About 10 seconds later, I get another call, assuming it was her I picked up and with slight anger said “hello.” I then heard someone else’s voice, to which I had to actually wake up and be attentive to. They informed me that my mom’s phone died but that she was at Sam’s Club and having a really bad nose bleed. They were trying to contact my dad at work so he can come and get her, but if they couldn’t contact them, I guess they were willing to drive her home (we’re 5-7 minutes away). I more or less said “OK” and proceeded to get up.
I went and told everyone that was still at the house about the call so they can watch for her coming home. Eventually my dad came home with my mom (whose nose was still bleeding for about an hour now). My dad was caring for her and he told me I had to leave a little earlier to go get the other car that was still at Sam’s Club, and then I’d be off to school in that car. Well… OK.
I went to school, had a fairly crazy day there, but that’s not the point. I got out of my physics lab a little late, so I stayed on Campus to eat dinner instead of going home like I usually do. So, I was in the line for Subway and I got a call… It was from my mom’s cell phone. I pick up and my mom told me to go home as soon as possible (after my night class) and “take care of the kids” because she was in the ER. This news consisted of a slightly cliche “take care of the kids” statement, but it sorta took me back a little. Apparently, her nose bleed was a little more than that.
Later that night her and my dad came home. She had an apparatus on her face with tubes going up her nose. I was told the point of it was to basically hold the blood in.
Now, you have to understand something; My mom hates doctors. She doesn’t believe in seeing doctors unless they are absolutely needed. To me, if a nose bleed lasts probably over 2 hours, I would probably declare I need to have it checked out. My mom waited about 11 hours before seeking the ER. So, when I hear news that she is in the ER, I know something has to be wrong.
I’ve been told that they diagnosed her with Hypertension; her blood pressure is extremely high from what I’m told. So, she’s on some medication for that now and she has to take it easy. When my dad was telling me this, he really made it seem like I cause her a lot of stress. This situation here is sort of a big thing in this house. Honestly, my parents practically look for any and all reason possible to, in a way, disrespect me as a person. For example, they basically think I’m a terrible person because I like a little more cheese on my spaghetti. The fact that I take more cheese than they see fit is something I’ve had to deal with my whole life. But the nature of this “issue” is so stupid, yet my parents, especially my mom, take it so seriously. My dad has actually been yelling angrily over my taking of too much cheese.
Where is this going? Well, that stupid example is just one of the many things that my mom gets very upset over. Upset-ness = stress. This is something I’ve been trying to tell her for years. It’s clear that she is a highly stressed person, but I’ve been telling her for years to calm down over stupid, nit-picky things like spaghetti cheese. Does she listen? No. But now that there has been an ER visit, maybe she’ll start to listen to that a little more closely.
As evidence of that so far… this morning I over-slept and missed my first class. Usually, my mom would be all over me about that, but today she never said a word. Perhaps she just didn’t realize, but usually she’d be all over the fact that I’m not out of the house by 10:30.
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