We were all looking forward to last Friday. Jesse took the day off from work, the kids were playing hooky from school, and we were heading to the city to go to the moma. I am lucky to have kids that like art museums, and we were all happy, the kids even asked their teachers if they could write about it as an assignment for class. We were going to leave a car at the restaurant since I had to work later. I was not feeling so hot, but decided to just suck it up and go.
By the time we got to the restaurant, 45 minutes later, I was sick. I thought I was having a heart attack. Not being dramatic, being serious, 100% thought I was having a heart attack. We headed to the closest ER and began a lovely 8 hour visit. The worst thing was that the kids were there, scared, and convinced that I was not going to be ok.
I did not have a heart attack, I do have severe reflux, and possibly an ulcer. It was a rough day. I never want my kids to be scared like that again. I kept thinking about Michelle, who died several months ago from what she thought was indigestion, and ended up being a massive coronary. Her kids are without a mom, and thank god mine are not. It is so quick, how a life changes. It takes a second and ...poof...it can all be over/different/worse/better, who knows what will happen.
I have been pretty outspoken about my gratitude for life in this blog, and I truly am. This experience confirmed to me that I am living right; have gratitude for all you have, stop wallowing in pity and make your life better, be with people who make you happy, love people and allow them room to make mistakes but don't let them take their shit out on you, love and be loved, be loud, say what you need to, and remove that which is not working from your life.
I am thankful for my husband and kids who were there all day at the hospital, and for the friends who kept checking in all day and offered to help. I love the people in my life, and I hope I am around to grow old with all my girls ;)
