As I was waiting for my wonderful boyfriend to come rescue me from a soggy trek home from work I received a disturbing phone call from half way around the world. My brother called to tell me that he had just received a call from mom who was in an ambulance brining dad to the ER. And then her phone died.
I tried to shut down the rising tide of 'oh shit' with calming cooling waves of reasonable rational thought.
In times of crisis my bossy inclinations bred into me by my first born status begin to take over and I have a tendency to start barking out orders. In day to day life this probably sucks for the people around me so I've made an effort to develop my Internal Bossy Asshole (IBA) Scanner. I try to run things through it as much as possible.
Fortunately, in times of ciris the IBA scanner breaks down and I hear myself saying things like 'How many hospitals are there in Kona? What's the main one? Look up their numbers. When's the next flight? How soon can you leave?'
Thankfully Kailua-Kona, Hawaii is a small town with two main hospitals. Amazingly we were able to get in touch with my parents fairly quickly (within seconds of calling the hospital actually, a nice woman named Cinda even located a cordless phone so I can talk to my parents directly) at the first hospital we tried.
Turns out that my dad had been having chest pains for a few days and had put off going to the doctor. After a few helpless hours
I hate the way helplessness feels like heartburn and indigestion. Especially since no amount of anti-acid or crackers will make it go away.