It's another Sunday and things are back to normal at chez moi. Friday, mom had a serious reaction to sulfur medication she was prescribed for an infection. Apparently, this hereditary because I and sis have allergies to sulfur meds as well. The way I found out was by taking the meds and feeling really sick. Anyway in mom's case, it necessitated two visits from the paramedics and a trip to the local ER. I over reacted but I called the bf who, bless him, put me at ease. I love this guy a lot. Mom came home around 7:30pm and just flopped on the sofa all Saturday. The only upside was I got a lot of reading done yesterday. I'm just terrible with illness and injury. I panic and over react. Even though I say if I ever went into medicine, I'd want to specialize in emergency medicine because I'm an adrenaline junkie. The irony is I stress out. I suppose you learn to stay calm and on your feet. Throughout the whole episode, I just kept thinking where was sis? Why isn't she also concerned? Why do I have to be the one to deal with all the muck and mire? It's her mother too. Did she come to visit yesterday? No. The niece and little nephew came instead. What, pray tell, was more important than your own mother? A nap? That afternoon nap or another few minutes of mommy chatter was more important? I just don't get her sense of priorities sometimes. Today, mom is back to somewhat of her usual self. All is status quo.
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