the night shift report

Jan 19, 2008 03:16

~*~

I remember when getting home in the middle of the night meant good times. Vaguely.

Tonight was another ER run with my mother. She called me at 12:30 am when she woke up with the same symptoms as before but with chest pains this time. Everything checked out okay, and the ER doc believes it's stress-related anxiety. Given her family's history of heart problems and because she did have a stroke about ten years ago (she fully recovered within 24 hours), she's at high risk for a cardiac event. We have to get this under control. Right now, she's home and placidly sedate(d).

I'm going to catch some Zzzzs before the next installment of this medical saga unfolds.

*pulls the covers over my head*

life, malady, family

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