"911, What is the nature of your emergency?"
"Uh…it isn't an emergency, exactly. I'm pretty sure my friend needs to go to the hospital, but there are two flights of stairs between her front door and my van and I don't think I can get her down them safely."
And yes, she'd already tried crawling. She's a tough one.
So I chat with the dispatcher for a few minutes, establishing that her symptoms aren't immediately life threatening, but that she does need to be seen sooner than tomorrow. (And that I was not, in fact, named after the gun.)
I did ask him if he could have the ambulance crew please not use their lights and sirens, so we don't scare the children. Not to mention wake up the entire neighborhood.
Apparently the driver didn't get the memo.
(And since when do like, twelve year old children drive and staff the ambulance? Not to mention half the nursing staff at the ER. Am I getting old?)
I'm no stranger to hospitals; I have six kids.
But during a long night/morning at the hospital, seeing all the testing and whatnot going on, for the first time in my life the importance of healthy living really hit home. Like never before.
I know all the facts and the statistics and what have you. But for the first time it was like this could be you, this could be one of your children.
Dear self: YOU ONLY HAVE ONE BODY! Take care of it!
Now to actually do something about the realization…….