Something Happened

Something happened weeks ago that I have not revealed. A great example of how life turns on itself and we never know what is going to happen.

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My son, Jesse, was going in for shoulder surgery. I was taking him. In a moment’s notice, the tables reversed themselves. Neither of us slept Tuesday evening, and at 5 a.m. Wednesday I stood near the coffee machine and said: “I don’t feel well.”

Then I collapsed. No fanfare, no warning. With a ripped labrum in two places, Jesse caught me and pulled me, unconscious, from the kitchen to the living room, where he placed me in a cushioned chair. When I regained consciousness, he was on the phone with a 911 operator. The police were dispatched, as was an emergency ambulance.

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“I’m not going to the hospital, Jesse,” said I.

“Oh yes you are, Mom. You fainted and you convulsed.”

“But I have to take you to the hospital.”

“I’ll get to the hospital, you have to get checked out.”

I was still in pajamas when the police arrived. I had not yet brushed my teeth. My face was devoid of color, and my speech was insanely slow (particularly for a New Yorker).

There is a moral to the story.

To be continued…

About wendykarasin

I am complicated and seeking - joy and sorrow, country and city, competition and cooperation. After behavior of a gregarious nature, I require down time to refuel. My loves are children, family, friends, reading, writing, blogging, fitness, and health. I feel most alive when I stay true to my core values. Beauty makes me happy, pain helps me grow.
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