So mom had a heart attack. She’s good, in the hospital. They’re treating her like royalty. I’ll just say that stints are a medical miracle. What used to be major open heart surgery is now just a slip of the wrist and bam your good to go.
But Mom was home alone when it happened. Got on the phone with 911. She didn’t know if she’d be able to make it to the door to let the paramedics in. So the operator asked if she should send the police to break the door in. Now my mom is literally in the middle of a heart attack, sweating, radiating chest pain….
“Oh, not the front door, tell them to go all the way to the end of the driveway and break down the back door, it’s already messed up and we have to replace it anyway. The lock is bad.”
Now I thought this was a little uh… off. I mean, Mom you’re having a heart attack. However my brother, the retired police officer said this happened to them all the time. People would be in the middle of a near death experience, life hanging in the balance, split seconds count, “No no no not the front..it’s new…it’s just been painted…we just put in a new lock… Go door go around to the back, not the side doors they’ve got that fancy french glass, and not the screened in porch we just re-screened…go all the way to the back down the basement steps and come through the den…”
I like to fell out of the chair laughing. I thought the nurses were going to throw me out.
Only you can turn what some would consider a tragic event into a hilarious anecdote! Your Mom is funny! No wonder your writings are funny too! I hope she gets better soon! Reminds me of my own Mum always asking me if I was wearing clean knickers as I left the house in case I got in an accident!
Thanks, gotta laugh, right? Moms…. they rock!
When I first read this incredibly funny anecdote, I thought it was Ana talking about Carla. But Ana doesn’t have a brother much less one who’s a cop.
As long as Mom is ok, that really is priceless.
As are you.
Anything by Evyn Rae Ward makes my life so much better.
You cannot know how much I look forward to checking my email and hoping for another gift.
Your constant and devoted admirer, Sophie
Yeah, mom’s good. Don’t break down the front door. We just painted. What are you gonna do.
I think your mom and my mom grew up in the same neighborhood — my mother told the paramedics to take their shoes off… she just washed the kitchen floor.
moms what you gonna do gotta love ’em.