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When I was a teen, my really young brother had a really bad problem.
My one sister and I were teens. We couldn’t figure out what was wrong. I told her to speed. We had to take him to the hospital. We lived 45 minutes away from the hospital and I know the ambulance would have taken longer than us. (the last time we called 911, for a different brother, they told us that we lived too far away and that they’d only meet us half way.)
I had to sit in the back seat of the care trying to do my first aid, without even knowing what was wrong. He peed himself, he was totally unresponsive, his eyes rolled in his head and something was definately wrong with him. Once I got there, I picked him up and carried into the reception desk trying hard to be composed. Once the receptionist asked the first question, I yelled for a doctor. I told her that I would answer her questions later.
One doc was in the hall, and he saw how panicked I was. He ran to me and ushered me into a room with him in my arms. I was able to give the vitals and everything, but I wanted to know what was wrong. I made my sister drive all over town to find my id10t mother. We had no idea where she was. (as per usual)
She got there, and the doc was already asking questions to me. She came in and tried to take over, but she didn’t know ANYTHING bc she was never with him. I had him every single day from 2 pm until bed time. One day/week I had him from lunch time on. Anyway, once she started trying to answer questions, I had to tell the doctor the real answers. He stopped asking her and turned straight to me to ask everything. When it came time to give a diagnosis, he called for my mother. She went in and he told her what was wrong. She asked to see the file to see everything. The doc had written in the report that he had gotten “all of the info from his sister”
My mother actually had to nerve to yell at me and tell me that I shouldn’t have told them everything, and I should have let her handle it. I was so angry. I was always put in charge, I knew what was going on. I yelled at her (which I never did). I told her that there was no way that I was going to wait for an hour to be able to find her and get her there for her to answer some freakin questions. I also said that if I hadn’t that her son would likely be dead bc they wouldn’t have known all of the information. I also said that if I let her answer and she told them the wrong info that they might have given him the wrong diagnosis and therefore the wrong medication. At the end, I told her that if she really wanted to be able to speak with the doctor about his condition that she should try being near him once in a while. She shut right up!
A few months after that she finally told us what his medication was for. I was hounding her bc I didn’t think that he would be on an anti-biotic for months. She finally said that it was epilepsy. It’s a good thing that she told us right away. It wasn’t like we took care of him all of the time!! what an id10T.
How can a mother be so irresponsible? I was pretty much a mother to my younger siblings since I turned 10.
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