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My mom may have had a heart attack. She is in a cardiac unit at a medical center in Tulsa, OK. She went to the ER yesterday and they treated her for a UTI and indigestion and sent her home. She went back today as she was gagging when trying to swallow the meds and the vomiting. After a high enzyme test result and all of those other EKG and monitoring tests, they referred her to a cardiac specialist in Tulsa. She will have a stress test in the morning. That's all I know for now.
When I first heard the message that Bobbie (my mom) had been admitted to the ER and then transported to a Tulsa hospital, I was admittedly scared. I don't panic in emergencies and just take care of business and started calling my 3 brothers. Not one of the 3 Adam-Henry's answered their cell phones or home phones. That really annoys me that they just monitor their calls after the fact. What if this was a life-threatening situation for my mom?? Er-r-r-r-r. Sometimes they don't return my calls for days at a time. Fine. Don't check your messages and don't call me back. They did eventually call me back within the hour, which really surprised me. And then it was, "Oh, okay. Thanks for calling."
My mother, Bobbie, and I are as close as two people can be. She considers me to be her best friend and she is mine. She is 81. We talk every Saturday and often inbetween and we pretty much talk about everything. Well, we don't have deep conversations about sex, but everything else is fair game!
When I was 22 y/o and had been divorced for one year, my mom called me one morning and said, "Do you need a roommate?" I just said, "I'll be right there." I drove my truck over to her house, loaded up her clothes and other items, and she moved in with me. My father, the sperm-donor, had told her that morning that he was tired of looking at her face. So she told him he didn't have to worry, because he wouldn't have to look at it again. He never even asked her why she left or divorced him. But he is still in love with her to this day.
She lives in OK now, and I'm still in CA. Last night I was ready to jump on a plane and fly to OK - damn the torpedos, full speed ahead. My mom might need me.
6 years ago she needed me one day - She wanted to leave her husband but didn't know where she would live - 10 am phone conversation. I told her I would be at her house the next morning and for her to pack her clothes and tell her husband she was leaving. Then I told my boss I had to go to Texas and get my mom - see you when I see you - and out the door I went. I literally drove through hell and high water (major rain and flash flooding and road closures) to get to the airport in San Diego to catch a flight to Texas. I had already called my brother Ty and said, "We're on a 5:30 flight to Texas - get ready." He didn't ask any questions, didn't know we were going anywhere, but just said he would arrange for a rental car in Austin.
I am calmer now. Xanax helps a lot. I realize that Bobbie probably had a very mild heart attack, and with today's wonderful medical procedures, she'll get fixed up. Maybe an angioplasty, maybe a stent, maybe it's a small blood clot that needs to be removed or broken up. Easy fixes. She should be home in a couple of days and back to normal. At least that is what my rational brain is telling me. My emotional brain, and my heart and soul are in distress - but I'll get through this, as will she.
I'll be able to talk to her in a couple of hours, as it was after the visiting hours when I called the hospital last night. She's a real trooper and she will be just fine. It is just scarey to get home from work several hours later than normal and have a voicemail message from her husband telling me that he had admitted my mother to the ER and she was then transported to see a cardiac specialist in a big city. That's all he knew at that time.
My mother is immortal. She can't get sick. She can't die on me like that.We have Road Trips to take. So she won't. She'll be around for another 10-15 years if I am lucky. And I want to be very, very lucky.
So, everyone, lots of prayers and smoke for my mom. My mom is Cherokee and was born and raised in Tahlequah, OK - the home of the Cherokee Nation. Smoke and prayers work especially good for Indian women!
Her Indian name is Quotinah. It has no meaning that we know of and was bestowed upon her by her Grandfather.
My mom and I take a Girl's Road Trip every year. We always have a blast. Here are some pictures from our 2008 Road Trip in Texas, and a picture of my mom standing in front of the falling down farmhouse she grew up at in Tahlequah OK from our 2009 Road Trip to Tahlequah OK where she was born. Actually, she really was born in that farmhouse!
Staying at the Crown Plaza in San Antonio TX - Bobbie is modeling the hotel's robe.
Shopping in Fredericksburg - she tried on this beautiful jacket and loved it. So I bought it for her.
Bobbie modeling her new jacket back at the motel room. Doesn't she look gorgeous for 79 years old?
Bobbie blowing me kisses as I drive away to catch my flight home from Texas.
Yeah, always the ham - Bobbie boo-hooing as I leave...
Taken last November at the Farmhouse in Tahlequah. 80 years old and hardly a wrinkle to be seen.
Yup. This is Bobbie, my mom. I love her more than anything in this world, even more than the munchkins, and I REALLY love my munchkins.
Gosh, and I have spent so much time writing this that it is now probably time to try and call the hospital. She may be asleep, or she may be awake, it doesn't hurt to try.
When I first heard the message that Bobbie (my mom) had been admitted to the ER and then transported to a Tulsa hospital, I was admittedly scared. I don't panic in emergencies and just take care of business and started calling my 3 brothers. Not one of the 3 Adam-Henry's answered their cell phones or home phones. That really annoys me that they just monitor their calls after the fact. What if this was a life-threatening situation for my mom?? Er-r-r-r-r. Sometimes they don't return my calls for days at a time. Fine. Don't check your messages and don't call me back. They did eventually call me back within the hour, which really surprised me. And then it was, "Oh, okay. Thanks for calling."
My mother, Bobbie, and I are as close as two people can be. She considers me to be her best friend and she is mine. She is 81. We talk every Saturday and often inbetween and we pretty much talk about everything. Well, we don't have deep conversations about sex, but everything else is fair game!
When I was 22 y/o and had been divorced for one year, my mom called me one morning and said, "Do you need a roommate?" I just said, "I'll be right there." I drove my truck over to her house, loaded up her clothes and other items, and she moved in with me. My father, the sperm-donor, had told her that morning that he was tired of looking at her face. So she told him he didn't have to worry, because he wouldn't have to look at it again. He never even asked her why she left or divorced him. But he is still in love with her to this day.
She lives in OK now, and I'm still in CA. Last night I was ready to jump on a plane and fly to OK - damn the torpedos, full speed ahead. My mom might need me.
6 years ago she needed me one day - She wanted to leave her husband but didn't know where she would live - 10 am phone conversation. I told her I would be at her house the next morning and for her to pack her clothes and tell her husband she was leaving. Then I told my boss I had to go to Texas and get my mom - see you when I see you - and out the door I went. I literally drove through hell and high water (major rain and flash flooding and road closures) to get to the airport in San Diego to catch a flight to Texas. I had already called my brother Ty and said, "We're on a 5:30 flight to Texas - get ready." He didn't ask any questions, didn't know we were going anywhere, but just said he would arrange for a rental car in Austin.
I am calmer now. Xanax helps a lot. I realize that Bobbie probably had a very mild heart attack, and with today's wonderful medical procedures, she'll get fixed up. Maybe an angioplasty, maybe a stent, maybe it's a small blood clot that needs to be removed or broken up. Easy fixes. She should be home in a couple of days and back to normal. At least that is what my rational brain is telling me. My emotional brain, and my heart and soul are in distress - but I'll get through this, as will she.
I'll be able to talk to her in a couple of hours, as it was after the visiting hours when I called the hospital last night. She's a real trooper and she will be just fine. It is just scarey to get home from work several hours later than normal and have a voicemail message from her husband telling me that he had admitted my mother to the ER and she was then transported to see a cardiac specialist in a big city. That's all he knew at that time.
My mother is immortal. She can't get sick. She can't die on me like that.We have Road Trips to take. So she won't. She'll be around for another 10-15 years if I am lucky. And I want to be very, very lucky.
So, everyone, lots of prayers and smoke for my mom. My mom is Cherokee and was born and raised in Tahlequah, OK - the home of the Cherokee Nation. Smoke and prayers work especially good for Indian women!
Her Indian name is Quotinah. It has no meaning that we know of and was bestowed upon her by her Grandfather.
My mom and I take a Girl's Road Trip every year. We always have a blast. Here are some pictures from our 2008 Road Trip in Texas, and a picture of my mom standing in front of the falling down farmhouse she grew up at in Tahlequah OK from our 2009 Road Trip to Tahlequah OK where she was born. Actually, she really was born in that farmhouse!
Staying at the Crown Plaza in San Antonio TX - Bobbie is modeling the hotel's robe.
Shopping in Fredericksburg - she tried on this beautiful jacket and loved it. So I bought it for her.
Bobbie modeling her new jacket back at the motel room. Doesn't she look gorgeous for 79 years old?
Bobbie blowing me kisses as I drive away to catch my flight home from Texas.
Yeah, always the ham - Bobbie boo-hooing as I leave...
Taken last November at the Farmhouse in Tahlequah. 80 years old and hardly a wrinkle to be seen.
Yup. This is Bobbie, my mom. I love her more than anything in this world, even more than the munchkins, and I REALLY love my munchkins.
Gosh, and I have spent so much time writing this that it is now probably time to try and call the hospital. She may be asleep, or she may be awake, it doesn't hurt to try.
