apparently the Davids have the power to stop heart attacks?
For those of you who don't know, my mom's 91 year old mother lives with my parents. For a 91 year old, she's pretty amazing. She has her moments, of course, but for the most part she's got her shit together.
Except when she gets acid reflux. She says she's having 'chest pains'. She's not. It's heartburn. I know this, my parents know this, my aunts and uncles know this, her doctors know this. She started to have 'chest pains' yesterday afternoon, and told my mom. My mom went in a bit later to ask her how she was and she told my mom that she was fine so long as she was sitting up. Again, HEARTBURN.
Cut to this morning. My mom was doing some straightening up at an ungodly hour(like, 6:30AM. That's my mom for ya!) and noticed my grandma's door was open. She went in and asked her if she was okay, and she told my mom that her left arm was numb. My mom told her she probably slept on it and my grandma was all "I told you my arm was numb yesterday!" She didn't. My mom told her to sit tight and that she was going to call the doctor when the office opened at 8AM. My grandma then asked for her coffee and toast. Ooooookay.
Cut to 8AM when the doctor's office opens, the nurse tells my mom to keep an eye on her, sets her an appointment for tomorrow, and tells my mom that if it gets any worse to take her to emergency. We all know the drill by now. So, my mom, who is frazzled and irritated and who has spent her whole morning running around trying to make sure she's ready if she has to take granny somewhere, goes in to give granny an update. My mom is going through what they're going to do, telling her about the appointment for tomorrow, when my grandma interrupts(and when I say interrupt, I mean she started talking loudly at the same time as my mom until my mom was forced to stopped talking) her with "THE DAVID'S ARE GOING TO BE ON THE TODAY SHOW!!!1!!!!11!" *headdesk* My mom told her to STFU(not really) and finished telling her what was going to happen tomorrow, and my grandma was all, "Oh, I'm feeling a bit better now. My arm is almost back to normal. I think it was the coffee." Again, *headdesk*
Moral of the story? If you think you're having a heart attack, find an interview with the Davids and drink some coffee.
Good lord. My poor mother.
Except when she gets acid reflux. She says she's having 'chest pains'. She's not. It's heartburn. I know this, my parents know this, my aunts and uncles know this, her doctors know this. She started to have 'chest pains' yesterday afternoon, and told my mom. My mom went in a bit later to ask her how she was and she told my mom that she was fine so long as she was sitting up. Again, HEARTBURN.
Cut to this morning. My mom was doing some straightening up at an ungodly hour(like, 6:30AM. That's my mom for ya!) and noticed my grandma's door was open. She went in and asked her if she was okay, and she told my mom that her left arm was numb. My mom told her she probably slept on it and my grandma was all "I told you my arm was numb yesterday!" She didn't. My mom told her to sit tight and that she was going to call the doctor when the office opened at 8AM. My grandma then asked for her coffee and toast. Ooooookay.
Cut to 8AM when the doctor's office opens, the nurse tells my mom to keep an eye on her, sets her an appointment for tomorrow, and tells my mom that if it gets any worse to take her to emergency. We all know the drill by now. So, my mom, who is frazzled and irritated and who has spent her whole morning running around trying to make sure she's ready if she has to take granny somewhere, goes in to give granny an update. My mom is going through what they're going to do, telling her about the appointment for tomorrow, when my grandma interrupts(and when I say interrupt, I mean she started talking loudly at the same time as my mom until my mom was forced to stopped talking) her with "THE DAVID'S ARE GOING TO BE ON THE TODAY SHOW!!!1!!!!11!" *headdesk* My mom told her to STFU(not really) and finished telling her what was going to happen tomorrow, and my grandma was all, "Oh, I'm feeling a bit better now. My arm is almost back to normal. I think it was the coffee." Again, *headdesk*
Moral of the story? If you think you're having a heart attack, find an interview with the Davids and drink some coffee.
Good lord. My poor mother.