My MIL had a massive heart attack awhile back but fortunately is
doing better now.
And since she's doing well I can tell this story.
Her best friend, D, lives in Louisiana and over the past years
they've fallen out of touch.
I'm friends with D's daughter on FB and something on her page made
me think D had passed away a few years ago. I wanted to ask her but
how do you phrase a question like that?
A while back I mentioned to my MIL that I'd found out that her
friend was gone.
Naturally, she was really sad and upset and wondered why D's
daughter hadn't called when D got sick.
Well, after my MIL's heart attack I posted a note on FB asking for
prayers for her. I knew “telling everyone her business” might
make her mad but didn't care. I believe in the power of prayer and we
needed all we could get.
After I put the post on FB the Island King got a text from D's
daughter asking what hospital his mother was in because HER mother
wanted to call her.
D is alive? Yeah!!!
But...
I tell the Island King that we can't let D call my MIL on the
phone while she's gorked out in the cardiac unit until we tell her D
is alive. She'll either think someone dead is calling her or that
she'd dead too and that's how D is calling her.
Either way, that's not something a person who's not doing well
after a heart attack needs to experience.
We vowed to call my MIL's husband the next morning so he could
tell her that D is alive when he got to the hospital.
It's too bad this happened on New Year's Eve because somehow I
found the bottom of a champagne bottle and needless to say – I did
not get up early on New Year's Day. And neither did the Island King.
At noon the phone rang and it was my MIL's husband telling us that
D called his phone that morning while he was at the hospital.
My MIL was still having quite a bit of pain and they were keeping
her drugged up so she'd stay calm and because of that she wasn't
really coherent.
Which is why when her husband (who did not know that she thought D
was gone) told her that D was on the phone she freaked out and
starting yelling “That can't be! She's dead! What's happening?”
Her husband got D off the phone and managed to calm my MIL down,
telling her it must have been someone else – his phone wasn't
working good inside the hospital so he's not sure who it was.
Oh. My. Goodness. It happened.
My poor MIL got a phone call from her supposed dead friend and
freaked out.
The Island King's phone rang again a few minutes later and it was
D wanting to know what was going on.
He explained everything to her and she didn't find the fact that
we all thought she was dead amusing at all.
The really bad thing is that even though I know what happened was
traumatic to my MIL, I can not stop laughing.
Holy cow! I let a woman I love, who just had a massive heart
attack, get a phone call from her “dead” friend.
On occasion I've been told that I was a little on the sick side
and after laughing so hard about this I'm wondering, truly, if I
would be able to pass a psych evaluation.
I'm thinking not.Labels: Done