We're chained...
So I woke up today at noon. Called my mom and she said she'd be home early, like two-ish. Waited around 'til about three, then started worrying. What set me off was reading "Lovely Bones", and the girl missed her mom. That made me have a huge urge to hug my mom, but I couldn't.
I called her cell phone a few times and she never answered. At about four, I got really worried. I had a feeling something bad happened. So I called her work. The priest at the rectory she works at started off as, "Your mother is fine...but she's in the hospital." I was so scared. He gave me the story, but I didn't want to talk to a priest, I wanted to talk to my mom about it.
Waited around until six, calling my mom and dad's cell phones and never got an answer, but I knew my mom was okay. We were just waiting for results. She came home and told me at lunch she felt faint and felt like something really really bad was coming over her. So the priest took her to the hospital. I guess the tests were okay, but she has to see a neurologist.
Days like these are so stressful. I hate them. But these are the days that make me realize how much I love my mom. And how much I should be appreciative that I have a mom like her.
I ended the day on a bad note though, I don't think I can go to camp. Larry won't let me in without a physical, and the next appointment for one isn't until August. Even if I do get one, I won't be with the people I love. Larry is making me be a CIT. I don't know what I am going to do.
xxxAmanda
I called her cell phone a few times and she never answered. At about four, I got really worried. I had a feeling something bad happened. So I called her work. The priest at the rectory she works at started off as, "Your mother is fine...but she's in the hospital." I was so scared. He gave me the story, but I didn't want to talk to a priest, I wanted to talk to my mom about it.
Waited around until six, calling my mom and dad's cell phones and never got an answer, but I knew my mom was okay. We were just waiting for results. She came home and told me at lunch she felt faint and felt like something really really bad was coming over her. So the priest took her to the hospital. I guess the tests were okay, but she has to see a neurologist.
Days like these are so stressful. I hate them. But these are the days that make me realize how much I love my mom. And how much I should be appreciative that I have a mom like her.
I ended the day on a bad note though, I don't think I can go to camp. Larry won't let me in without a physical, and the next appointment for one isn't until August. Even if I do get one, I won't be with the people I love. Larry is making me be a CIT. I don't know what I am going to do.
xxxAmanda