Edit: so, halfway to hell. They flew her somewhere else (she's 86) to get her gallbladder out. Guess the boys have been feeding her very well.
Well, y'all. It could be I'm officially signing my slip straight to hell.
Grandma (paternal) called the ambulance for "shortness of breathe." We can see the 911 log, so I'm absolutely not taking this one seriously. I let EVERYONE on the short list know. There are at least four people with her.
She does have A-fib, so certain things are to be taken seriously. But. BUT. This bitch has a habit of making herself sick when she's stressed. I boycotted Easter, and would you look at that, no acknowledgement of Mother's Day when I went over to collect rent and discuss the bills? Husband sat there quietly and didn't engage with her because he knows it bothers her more than saying anything.
So yea, the flying monkeys are asking why I'm not at the hospital for -most likely- dehydration. I told them why. She doesn't want me there? You're there? Why do I need to be there?
Holding strong is hard.
She should have a great Mother's Day though. Everyone will be there.
Except me, I had already planned a trip out of state with my mom, instead. 🙂
I'll heal in hell.