- Oct 4, 2004
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...and I felt a little whoozy. Man, I'm weak.
My Mom needed to have some tests done so I took her to the hospital. We were in the waiting room along with this old lady (mid-60s) who had come with two of her daughters. She looked pretty fine - she just sat there in her chair, just looking up at the ceiling and having a quiet conversation with her daughters. When they called her in, she got up and started walking. Barely three seconds later, she had a heart attack - right there in front of us. Her daughters went batshit, there was a huge ruckus as a dozen doctors/nurses/other hospital-staffers popped out of nowhere and they put her on a stretcher and took her away to the ICU.
A few minutes later, she was dead. That's when I realized I'm ill-prepared to handle the grieving. I mean, I have been to funerals before and have seen people completely lose it when informed of their loved ones passing away. I've been to all kinds of funerals - my 18-year-old classmate that was in a fatal bike accident to my cousin's week-old newborn. But today, it just felt weird watching those two women completely psyche out and go into shock. I literally rushed towards the emergency exit and stuck my head out the window for a few seconds.
It made me wonder how I would be able to handle a situation where a loved one's life might depend on my timely (and proper) response.
My Mom needed to have some tests done so I took her to the hospital. We were in the waiting room along with this old lady (mid-60s) who had come with two of her daughters. She looked pretty fine - she just sat there in her chair, just looking up at the ceiling and having a quiet conversation with her daughters. When they called her in, she got up and started walking. Barely three seconds later, she had a heart attack - right there in front of us. Her daughters went batshit, there was a huge ruckus as a dozen doctors/nurses/other hospital-staffers popped out of nowhere and they put her on a stretcher and took her away to the ICU.
A few minutes later, she was dead. That's when I realized I'm ill-prepared to handle the grieving. I mean, I have been to funerals before and have seen people completely lose it when informed of their loved ones passing away. I've been to all kinds of funerals - my 18-year-old classmate that was in a fatal bike accident to my cousin's week-old newborn. But today, it just felt weird watching those two women completely psyche out and go into shock. I literally rushed towards the emergency exit and stuck my head out the window for a few seconds.
It made me wonder how I would be able to handle a situation where a loved one's life might depend on my timely (and proper) response.