Whew. The end of a busy week, finally. I went to the Y last night. On those nights by the time I get home, fix a quick dinner, eat, check my mail, and walk Colin it’s somewhere between 7:30 and 8pm. Even when Bob has dinner ready it still runs late into the evening by the time we get a chance to relax and watch our shows. The phone rang about 2 minutes of 8. It was mom. She said she felt like she was going to faint and was in trouble, then dial tone. I called her back and put Bob on the line while I grabbed my cell to call the office and then took off. While I was driving over there Bob had hung up because mom had dropped the phone or hung up again. A few minutes late the manager called Bob for permission to call 911.
I arrived at Creekside right behind the ambulance. The firemen, first responders, where all ready there. Turns out mom was fine. She was having a panic attack. Frances and I stayed with her until about 10 to make sure she was okay.
Tonight Frances picked up mom at the apartment then went by their house to pick up Al and met them for dinner. Mom had another panic attack on the way to dinner. Al was not feeling well so I took mom home. She had another panic attack on the way back to the apartment. I went up with her when we got there, calmed her down, and talked with her a few minutes before I left.