Stressed Out!!!
My mom sent Kyle up to tell us she needed help. She never calls for help. She had walked to the dining room table to get her breathing treatment when she saw Karissa's cat, Sunshine, come out of her bedroom. Mom walked back to shut her door so the cat would already be out when she went to bed. By the time she got back to the Nebulizer for her treatment, she was about to pass out. She was shaking so bad that she could hardly hold her breathing mask on her face. We asked if she wanted us to call 911 and she did, which was s huge shock. She hates the hospital.
By the time the ambulance arrived, she had finished her treatment and swore to the paramedics, in an extremely shaky voice, that she felt much better and did not want to go to the hospital. No matter what they said, she would not budge. She took some Prednisone and stumbled to bed. Before they arrived, she said that every breath she took hurt so much it felt like it might be her last, but never mind that.
So, yeah. My nerves are shot straight to hell and back. I'm afraid that she won't wake up in the morning. I know it's going to happen eventually, but I keep praying that it won't be today... or tomorrow. I keep thinking that every day. "Not today... or tomorrow." I know it's selfish. I know that I can't keep her around forever and I also know that she doesn't want to live like this forever. Still, I can't help hoping that the dreaded day is somewhere in the distant future.
Just not today... or tomorrow.
By the time the ambulance arrived, she had finished her treatment and swore to the paramedics, in an extremely shaky voice, that she felt much better and did not want to go to the hospital. No matter what they said, she would not budge. She took some Prednisone and stumbled to bed. Before they arrived, she said that every breath she took hurt so much it felt like it might be her last, but never mind that.
So, yeah. My nerves are shot straight to hell and back. I'm afraid that she won't wake up in the morning. I know it's going to happen eventually, but I keep praying that it won't be today... or tomorrow. I keep thinking that every day. "Not today... or tomorrow." I know it's selfish. I know that I can't keep her around forever and I also know that she doesn't want to live like this forever. Still, I can't help hoping that the dreaded day is somewhere in the distant future.
Just not today... or tomorrow.