multi-masking

Today while on the way home, I got a call from my sister telling me to hurry home. I told her I still had a long way to go. Turns out my mom’s hemorrhoids bled while she was on number 2 and she was asking to be brought to the hospital, but my sister was in the middle of buying groceries so she thought I could do it if I was anywhere near home.

I called Mommy immediately and what got me even worried was that she was trying to assure me that she was OK in this really scared voice. If she didn’t sound as afraid, I would have laughed (imagine, she said her poop was about a foot long), but since she did, I was really bothered that I couldn’t stop crying after we hung up. She didn’t want to go to the hospital anymore because there was this anticipated street mass we were sponsoring tonight and she didn’t want to leave the preparations hanging. My mom, ever so selfless.

Finally I got home, and save for little bleeds the size of pin pricks on her undies, she seemed okay. But still I made her promise to see a doctor tonight after mass.

I wish she’d be okay, I hope it’s nothing serious, nowhere near needing an operation and stuff like that…