Now this was an odd day. Let me start from the beginning.
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This weekend, my dad was off to Praha (Prague) to see the World Cup qualifying match between The Netherlands and Cheska Republica (Czech Republic). Seeing that my country and the Czech Republic are two of the highest ranking nations on the FIFA list, this was a clash of football giants. Let me cut to the chase about the match: we smashed them with 0-2 and we qualified for the World Cup 2006 in Germany. We had the best qualifying series of all European countries; out of 12 matches, we won 11 and played one draw. Really good.
But anyway, this was the first weekend for my mother to be without my father since my mum got ill this January. Both my father and my mother weren’t looking forward to this: my dad didn’t want to leave my mum, and my mum didn’t want my dad to leave. However, this was a business trip, so my dad couldn’t really skip it, seeing that there were already a few cancellations. And seeing he’s head of the Tourist Dpt…
My grandmother (my dads’ mum) came to our house to stay the weekend. I picked her up friday. Even though my mum was very emotional on friday and saturday, it overall went pretty well, strong as she is. Then, this morning at 5am, disaster struck.
My mother thought it was one of our cats tipping something over, but in fact it was my 83 year old grandma who fell in the bathroom. My mum tried to help her up, but my mother wasn’t strong enough, so she woke me up, and together, we lifted grandma and tried to get her back to bed, but, she fainted, her legs lost strength, and we had to lie her down in the hallway. We grabbed a pillow, blanket, and my grandma lied there and passed away again. As it turned out, she didn’t fall because she tripped or anything, but she fell because she fainted.
We were in panic, basically. My mother already went through so much, and just the fcuking weekend my dad was gone, this had to happen. She said to me, “Dial 112!”. I looked back and replied, “How??” I was totally struck by panic, a weird feeling, I really didn’t know how to dial. So, my mum went downstairs, grabbed the phone and quite calmly (I told you my mum’s an amazingly strong woman) dialed the emergency services, and explained the situation.
I stayed with my grandma, but I was so afraid she was going to die, right there, right then. Seeing all the shit we’ve already been through this year (trust me, it’s not just my mum’s illness, a lot more has happened that simply isn’t none of your business), I had no idea what to do, say, or whatever. I was so scared.
Slowly, my grandmother regained concisiousness, and she started talking again. She didn’t have any pain (even though she wrecked a closet (!!) when she fell). Ten minutes later, the paramedics where there with the ambulance, and checked her for all sorts of stuff, and noticed that she had an irregular heartbeat. She was taken to the hospital, and there we sat, at 5:30am, and I said to my mum, “Right, I guess it’s still 2005.”
We phoned my uncle, and it took them a while to hear and pick it up. They rushed to the hospital. After that, we called my dad, explained everything, and then we took off to the hospital too. There, they checked her even more, took photos, xrays, the whole nine yards.
Now we know that while it looked disastrous, it wasn’t all that bad at all. She has hear problems, but nothing immediatly serious. She will stay in the hosptial for a few days though. She has a lot of pain in her leg now.
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All that is extra souer because my mom and dad are finally going on vacation tomorrow. And now this happens. Now, my parents are still going, but of course in a far less happy mood. I picked my dad up from the airport this afternoon.
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On the way back home this morning, say somwhere at 8am, my mom cried, “What have I done to deserve such a year?”
I really don’t know, mum. Really, I don’t.