MissTick
Thingish Things

What is the most terrifying moment when your heart goes down sinking on a rollercoaster of the horrible fear? For me it happens to be a simple telephone call. The calling number  was displayed as “Withheld”. The voice sounded unfamiliar. He said “this is the paramedics, we’ve been called out to your son who had a seizure and is now on the way to the hospital”. How to tell what I felt at that moment. I felt the ground moving away from under my feet. I felt the need to scream out loud in primeval anguish. They assured me he’s better now and will be fine soon but for now is under observation. I big lump of icy despair dropped down easing some of the load. I’m at least two hours away from where he is, there is not much I can do. They gave me the A&E number to call. When I called, he still hasn’t arrived there yet. It is London, after all, traffic and all. An amazingly kind lady on the other end of the line, bless her, offered to give me a call when he’ll be admitted. She thought I should wait for her getting back to me before making my way to the hospital. That half an hour of waiting went down in limbo. Not even a thought of anything, just waiting. Waiting in the emptiness of the mind. She finally called – he just arrived and now getting through all the usuals of admission procedure. After a while I texted him to check if he is out of this. What a relief! He texted me back!!! The worst is over. Few texts later and he’s gone to do few more tests. I’m not sure if they’ll keep him in the hospital, think not. But what I’m pretty certain now – from now on I can never be relaxed about him being somewhere on his own, far enough for me to be able to help if anything happen. *Sighs*. Every mother’s nightmare.