| Emergency |
[Mar. 25th, 2009|01:55 pm] |
I just got back from the hospital. Yes, at 1:30AM.
My mother, who was discharged yesterday morning from her treatment for cancer, suddenly could not breathe an hour or so ago.
I was busy working when I heard loud bangs outside my office. She burst into my room pale and holding herself up, still banging the door, and gesturing that she can't breathe!
Of course, I panicked! I didn't know what to do! I pulled her up and rubbed her back fast, and prayed. My sister also got up and tried to dial an emergency hotline, except that she didn't know what it is. She almost dialled 911, which of course doesn't work here. I thought of driving her to the nearest hospital, except that I can't drive.
I called out our househelp and told her to get the security guard of the apartment complex. He came and called for a taxi. Fortunately, one of our neighbors volunteered and drove us to the hospital. Thank God for angels like them!
My mom continued praying while in the emergency room. She had tests done. The resident doctor could not figure out the exact cause, but she thinks its acid reflux from the esophagus. But thankfully, her condition normalized. And we were allowed to go home.
I thought that was it -- you know, my mom's last moments. I was not prepared for anything like that. No one is. I'm just glad that she pulled through, and is now in her room, with my dad monitoring her. I'm praying she'll be okay now.
And I should really start learning how to drive.
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