Differentlywired94

Epilogue

I would like to start this article with an apology to all of my readers. I sincerely apologize for the lack of blog reading material lately. I had a situation came up recently. Here, let me start from the beginning.

Part 1

On Friday September 19th, my mom and I went to go to the pharmacy to get our covid and flu vaccines. It went very well for the both of us. But the day after that, everything had changed. The morning of Saturday September20th, my mom was very lethargic more than usual. At first my mom woke up to go to the bathroom and she thought well I must be a little dehydrated. But before she stood up she had passed out and fell on the bathroom floor. Then when she regained consciousness, she attempted to go down the stairs to the kitchen. So, my mom had slid down the stairs on her but. Then my mom had passed out the second time. After she had regained consciousness and then suddenly passed out for the third and final time. When my mom finally regained consciousness, she had put a little bit of pink Himalayan salt in her hand and licked it off.

Part 2

That Saturday Morning, I walked up to the kitchen to have my coffee. I felt very lethargic due to the side effects of the covid and flu vaccines that I had the day before. The rest of the day went well for my mom and I. That afternoon we went to church. I love praising my Lord and savior Jesus Christ. I feel the happiest at church. That is my safe place. That Saturday night I had slept well. I had no idea what the next day would bring. The next day would change my life in the most unpredictable way imaginable.

Part 3

Sunday Morning when I walked up to the kitchen I noticed my mom’s walking was a little more wobbly than usual. At first, I thought my mom is doing just fine. I didn’t even think anything was wrong. I still had refused to believe it. When my dad had come back home from his vacation Sunday afternoon, my mom’s health started to worsen. My mom had trouble keeping balance. That night before I went to bed, my mom went to bed earlier than me. Which sometimes when my mom gets tired, she does that. That night, I was dealing with a heightened sense of anxiety and stress. It was very crippling for me at the time. I couldn’t even sleep in my own bed that night. I was extremely worried about my mom. All I wanted to do was be next to right next to her. So I went upstairs to the master bedroom. I tried getting some sleep still no success. I decided to go back downstairs to my room to get some sleep. I barely slept that night because my anxiety kept waking me up.

Part 4

Monday morning was anything normal for me. In fact, it was the opposite. I went up to the kitchen that morning and had my coffee and ate my breakfast. My mom was on her cellphone to make a doctor’s appointment with the clinic. My dad had decided to take her there. Then, a little while later, my dad had called my cellphone to tell me that the doctor’s said that the clinic didn’t have the equipment. Instead, my dad was on his way to take my mom to the hospital emergency room entrance. Instead of handling the situation the mature way, I did exactly the opposite of that. I completely lost control of my emotions. All I wanted to do was go to the hospital to be with my mom. That is all I wanted to do. I refused to take no as an answer. My faith in Jesus even started to waiver at this time. I even yelled at God saying, “Why is this happening to my mother look what you did to me!” What am I even praying for!” Let me tell you that was not the right thing to do. I had called my older sister and I had asked her if she could come out to my house to keep me company. I thought it could help me. It didn’t help me at all. Instead, I threw a big temper tantrum like a child. My twin sister had kept calling my phone and texting me. She was trying to tell me to stay strong. I refused to answer her. My anxiety was getting worse and worse. I didn’t want to listen to anybody. My older sister had decided to call my twin sister while she was working. My older sister didn’t know what else she could do to help me. Because of how I was acting my twin sister had to leave her work and drive to my house because of my big temper tantrum. While my twin sister was driving the landline phone was ringing. It was dad calling to give me an update about my mom. He wanted to speak with me. My dad had told me that the way I was acting was not helping my mom at all. My dad said that I needed to be strong for my mom. Eventually, I had calmed down.