But, you know. I can't call my mother-in-law without calling my own mother, right?
So I call my mother at home, but they're out. They're out a lot. So I call her cellphone.
And my stepfather answers. And he says, "I'm fine and your mother's fine. We're still in the ER..."
Yeah, just like that. Apparently, they thought my brother had told us. Nope - *pure* chance. My heart stopped for a second.
Turns out my mother had bad, bad chest pains. They've ruled out a heart attack, thank God, but they don't know what it is. Her blood pressure went up and it might be her esophagus. They don't know. They're thinking about keeping her overnight.
This hospital is where she volunteers (and where she met my stepfather), so everyone knows her and treats her like a princess. She's getting excellent care. She even called me back. And the first thing she asks about are Jonathan's parents. Who are NOT going to know about this just yet. Yes, I know, they should know what's doing with their machetenisteh, but they're not healthy at the moment.