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brinshannaraJust got home to sit down to do my daily shift of work and my mom calls me to say that she's at the emergency room at one of the local hospitals. Just so YOU all don't panic the way I did, no one is dead, dying or brutally injured.
But here, we got about 10 inches of snow overnight, the roads are treacherous, the sidewalks aren't cleared, and it took me 35 minutes to get home in a TAXI when it normally takes max 15 minutes.
Naturally, I was panicked. My first thought was that my grandmother had tried to go to the store today and had fallen or something, but then I remembered that I HAD JUST SPOKEN TO HER half an hour ago, so I knew she was staying home and safe and sound. Nothing was wrong with my mother, because she was very calm and everything, so I was like "OH MY GOD" thinking my dad had been in an accident.
Nope, he's fine.
Turns out my BROTHER -- and again, my heart skipped a beat, because I'm still thinking of traffic accidents and horrible visuals along with them -- might have appendicitis.
Cue relief here.
I mean, it would be bad if he does, obviously, but my brother getting a useless little organ cut out of him bothers me MUCH less than the idea of him being in a terrible car crash. He's a strong, moderately healthy (I say moderately because he's on the heavy side) young guy and I'm sure that if he does have to have his appendix removed, he'll be fine.
So they're at the hospital and my brother now has to drink some liquid so that they can watch his digestive system at work (apparently because he's literally got too much fat to scan through? This is what my mother said. I do not trust her, despite the fact my brother has a generous amount of fat around his stomach.) and decide if it's appendicitis or what.
When I was about 14, my brother had terrible stomach pains one night. We were up at the cottage, which is like, an hour away from civilization, and he's 9 and he's crying and he's in pain, and my dad was honestly about to drive us all home in the middle of the night and take my brother to the ER.
It turned out to be gas.
Here's hoping it's something along those lines and that my baby brother is okay. But even if not, I am SO relieved that he didn't have some major car accident. The roads are just that horrible here today.
But here, we got about 10 inches of snow overnight, the roads are treacherous, the sidewalks aren't cleared, and it took me 35 minutes to get home in a TAXI when it normally takes max 15 minutes.
Naturally, I was panicked. My first thought was that my grandmother had tried to go to the store today and had fallen or something, but then I remembered that I HAD JUST SPOKEN TO HER half an hour ago, so I knew she was staying home and safe and sound. Nothing was wrong with my mother, because she was very calm and everything, so I was like "OH MY GOD" thinking my dad had been in an accident.
Nope, he's fine.
Turns out my BROTHER -- and again, my heart skipped a beat, because I'm still thinking of traffic accidents and horrible visuals along with them -- might have appendicitis.
Cue relief here.
I mean, it would be bad if he does, obviously, but my brother getting a useless little organ cut out of him bothers me MUCH less than the idea of him being in a terrible car crash. He's a strong, moderately healthy (I say moderately because he's on the heavy side) young guy and I'm sure that if he does have to have his appendix removed, he'll be fine.
So they're at the hospital and my brother now has to drink some liquid so that they can watch his digestive system at work (apparently because he's literally got too much fat to scan through? This is what my mother said. I do not trust her, despite the fact my brother has a generous amount of fat around his stomach.) and decide if it's appendicitis or what.
When I was about 14, my brother had terrible stomach pains one night. We were up at the cottage, which is like, an hour away from civilization, and he's 9 and he's crying and he's in pain, and my dad was honestly about to drive us all home in the middle of the night and take my brother to the ER.
It turned out to be gas.
Here's hoping it's something along those lines and that my baby brother is okay. But even if not, I am SO relieved that he didn't have some major car accident. The roads are just that horrible here today.
