March 19, 2011

Emergency Calls

I was at work and heard Hubby's ring tone from my cell phone tucked into my purse under the desk. Several other people, including the company founder, were right there and commented on his ring tone which goes something like this (in a radio announcer emergency voice) ...

"Alert! Alert! Your husband is calling!"

Puts a smile on my face every time I hear it.

Since I was at work, I didn't answer it -- then I started wondering if something was wrong. So I apologized and said, "He usually only calls if there's an emergency so let me just check in with him."

No problem.

The emergency?

He wanted to know if he could have my restaurant leftovers so he wouldn't piss me off if I was planning to eat them myself later. He has a long history of outraging everyone who has special leftovers in the refrigerator. The kids used to write all over their take out containers -- "Do Not Eat! This Means You, Dad!"

In 1995, I was at a special event for the grand opening of the fabulous Phoenix Central library (this was long before everyone had cell phones), a woman rushed up to me and said, "You need to call home. There's an emergency!" I about fell off my high heels racing to the nearest phone only to reach our teenage Youngest Daughter who needed to know ...

"Where's the tuna fish?"

Seriously. That was the emergency. *sigh* And don't you suppose it's in the pantry where IT ALWAYS IS?!?!

We have, though, had a true emergency call. A few years ago, same Youngest Daughter, now about 15 years older, was involved in a pretty serious car accident. I was working in our retail store and the accident actually happened nearby. Hubby knew I had a haircut scheduled and he also knew that me racing to the scene of the accident where, by the way, YD was sitting on the curb holding her arm with her snapped-in-half wrist dangling, would not benefit anyone. I'm good in emergencies -- unless they involve my own children. Then I lose my mind.

Hubby assured me he would go straight to the scene, make sure she was taken care of, talk to the police, deal with her car being towed, keep me advised and meet me at the hospital later. He begged me to keep my haircut appointment, which was in just a few minutes.

I remember walking around in a fog, driving to the salon, telling my hair dresser that I had no idea what I was doing there. She cut and styled my hair while I sat with a knot of dread in my stomach. Then I drove myself to the emergency room.

As it turns out, getting to the hospital had taken a while, so they hadn't arrived there much sooner than I did. YD had been transported by ambulance and Hubby had driven there after he had everyone's names and numbers and found out where her car was being taken. She had, thankfully, been given some pain relief so she was groggy. I leaned over her tear-stained face, she opened her eyes, focused on me and said, "Wow, your hair really looks great!"

Oh yeah, that's my kid! She was also truly upset that she was wearing a brand new shirt for the first time that was ruined. They wouldn't let us watch a lot of what went on in the emergency room so we stood outside the curtain and listened and talked to her and encouraged her.

"Mom, *sob* my new shirt got ruined."

"I know, sweetie, we'll get you a new shirt."

"But I loved that shirt and it's the first time I wore it."

"It's okay, we'll just go get another one."

"No, we won't, *sob* because I got it on a clearance rack at Target for $6.00 and it was the last one."

Even the doctors and paramedics were laughing at this.

Of course, there's a lot more to this story including setting her arm in the emergency room (listening to this about brought me to my knees), consultations with an orthopedic surgeon, surgery and months of recovery, helping her shower and use the bathroom, and crying with her during physical therapy. But all the gory details aside, that was the worst emergency call I've ever received about one of my kids. Knocking on wood here!!!

9 comments:

Dazee Dreamer said...

First of all, I WANT THAT RINGTONE. ok, breathing.

Your daughters emergency brought back memories of my oldest son. He was HIT BY A CAR WHILE HE WAS IN THE CROSSWALK, after school. My hubby calls me at work and says, I DON'T WANT YOU TO FREAK OUT BUT...... Then he makes it all like, we are going to have to take him to the hospital so hurry home so we can. ummmm, no the ambulance took him to the hospital, I go home to find this out and really freak. ok, breathing.

Can't wait to hear all the details. I loved that she was more upset by the new shirt tho. Kids. They crack me up

Loren said...

You never cease to CRACK ME UP!! Love the ring tone and that he actually asks you! You have trained him well ;)

I think I may have made a few of those phone calls to my mom asking where certain items might be .... trying to recall but I do know that when you are a teen, home alone plus trying to figure out what in the world to fix for yourself ~ well, that is an emergency RIGHT!?!?!?
(only if your the teen, NOT the MOM LOLOL)

I can only imagine how she had you all laughing! That is precious!

Happy Weekend!

Tightwad Mom said...

LOL! I can relate to every aspect of this story!!! My oldest was guilty of eating my birthday leftovers from Red Lobster last year. He looked me in the eye (with alfredo hanging out of his mouth) and said, "I didn't think you would what it anymore". The dirty dog. I can also relate to the aftermath of your daughters accident. It is a true act of love to bathe and potty another adult!

lisaschaos said...

Your daughter would fit right in here. lol Glad it wasn't more serious but ouch!! The leftovers, yep, my husband and son do the same thing. :0)

Baby Sister said...

I'm glad that's the worst you've ever received...and I'm glad YD came out okay. And I'm glad Husband asked first....that would so not be cool in my book if someone ate my leftovers without asking permission...

Debby@Just Breathe said...

Love the phone call about your leftovers. So glad your daughter survived that accident. How funny that through all of that she commented on your hair.

Snowcatcher said...

Do they make that ringtone available in versions for husbands, too?!? (wink, wink) You had me rolling on the floor laughing until you got to the wrist dangling, then tears were dripping down my cheeks, then I laughed out loud when she said you wouldn't be able to replace the shirt.

Kids, they really do say the darnedest things!

Let's hope no more real emergency calls. One is quite enough!

Kathleen said...

Much better to get the call about the restaurant leftovers than the car accident! I love that your daughter was worried about her shirt. I guess that told you that she would be alright!

jayayceeblog said...

@ Snowcatcher - They actually do have a version for wives. Hubby has it, of course, and it says something like "Danger, danger, the wife is calling!" That's always a hoot in a business meeting. =D