Strange Days

If you're interested in the details, this is how everything unfolded.

Wednesday afternoon I wasn't feeling well, so I went to sleep until around 6:30 with the phone turned off. I didn't notice that the voice mail light was flashing when I got up, but I don't always check it even if it is. I don't like talking on the telephone.

Thursday morning I'm in the middle of a class when I'm suddenly told that there's an emergency and I need to take a phone call. My wife says that there were 2 voice mail messages from Wednesday around 6PM, one from my sister and another from a family friend, saying my mother had had a heart attack and was in critical condition. I called my sister and she said that she'd called my cell phone twice and left voice mails. The voice mails were there, but my phone hadn't rung all day (thanks, Verizon). She said things looked grave.

I got the next train to Connecticut and as I was arriving in Stamford, my sister called to say that, much to everyone's surprise, my mother was conscious and seemed to be doing better. I got to the hospital a few minutes later and she was in distress again, which continued for a couple of hours until the doctors got things under control and she fell asleep comfortably.

After that I hung around and had several hours of small talk with my father and sister and brother. By midday today things seemed stable and there wasn't a compelling reason to stay and I wanted to sleep in my own bed. So here I am. I'm exhausted, but it's the weekend. This was my second trip to the hospital in 5 days, so who knows what will come next. It's just wait and see.