Monday morning the alarm went off too early, as is usually the case with Monday mornings.
I got dressed, then got the kids dressed and we were on our way.
I took Punkin to school, and when I was nearly at the Littles' school, I got a phone call from my Mom. She was having some health problems and was going to the hospital.
I called my sister. "Mom just called, she's on the way to the hospital... what gives?"
Apparently, Mom hadn't been feeling well at all for several days. This morning, she thought she was having a heart attack.
Now, Mom (bless her heart) has a very generous and determined spirit. She works in the medical field, and, because of that, she is prone to over-thinking symptoms. Sometimes, her imagination gets the better of her with symptoms. That is why I called Dit -- to get a broader picture of Mom's health in the past few days. We both decided it was probably nothing major. Dit was going to the hospital to be with Mom and she would call me back when they knew more.
Dit called me back a bit later, filling me in on what tests were run, etc. We concluded again that it was probably nothing. Dit would again call me back when we knew more.
By now, I was at work, and busily checking off my to-do list. For some reason, I was feeling pretty motivated today, and was pleased at all I was accomplishing.
Dit called back to ask that I come to the hospital. More tests were being run and "heart attack" and some other more serious things were being considered. I left work and drove to the hospital.
I spent the afternoon with Mom and Dit talking about what the doctors and nurses were considering, and making plans to take care of things while Mom stayed in the hospital overnight. Mom went for more tests and Dit and I ran some errands, grabbed some lunch and headed back to the hospital.
In the end, Mom was diagnosed with Reflux, and (thank God) not a heart attack. She is not in any immediate danger, but did take this all as a "warning" to take better care of her health.
Mom was sent home this evening, and I was home in time to pick up the littles, make a late dinner and put the kids to bed.
I'm going to get myself to bed early, and hopefully, will be feeling motivated and productive again when I return to work on Tuesday.
It will be like a do over.