My mom had a heart attack last night. She was rushed to Abbot Northwestern at about 2 or 3 this morning. I can’t even remember when anymore because it seems so long ago. Of course because my family operates at a high level of dysfunction there was a lot of drama and tears and swearing and one sister left on the side of 494 in the wee small hours of the morning.
But none of that matters now. I have compartmentalized my anger to the best of my ability and will deal with that later. All that matters is that Mom’s okay. They put in a stent and she’s resting in the ICU. They expect her to be out the ICU later today and out of the hospital by Wednesday (I think).
Fuck. It’s been a long, dramatic night and I am wore out.