What a Crazy Week.

I would like to happily state that this past week/weekend is officially over with all of it's hectic and sad news!
Two people in the hospital, too much homework, and more than enough words to say.
The most stressful for me was mom's not-so-little hospital visit on halloween. I think that's the first time I've ever gone into shock. Of course, it was probably a good thing so I didn't cry and let everything out as it was happening, but it was a crazy, crazy night. And now it serves as a crazy, chaotic story.
I had come home after Mary and Mom had called me saying the twins were home because one of Mary's friends had taken them home. Not the original plan, but I rushed to my house as soon as I heard. When I got there, Mom seemed to be fine, and the twins were washed up and in bed. I talked with her--we actually got into a small argument about how Mary's friend shouldn't have driven them home, which I completely agree with--and went back to the kitchen to empty the dishwasher, I think. I can't really remember much of what happened before. Anyway, I walked back to Mom's room so I could apologize for overreacting, but she called my name before I could reach the door. She sounded really worried; I knew immediately that something was wrong.
When I ran into her room, she told me she couldn't feel her legs. I think my heart sank a lot when I heard that. She was really worried and scared, and so was I. But while I wanted to cry with her, I knew it wouldn't do her any favors. So, I pushed emotions aside. I tried to get her off the bed, and successfully got her to the edge, but I couldn't support her, and she couldn't support herself. There was no way that we could safely get down three flights of stairs to the car and get her in.
So, there we were, calling 911. Mary showed up at that point. We had her and her friend, Valeria (not the one who had driven the twins home), wait for EMS while the boys moved things out of the way. Jordan was stressed out, and for good reason. When EMS got to the apartment, it was a high stress environment for him. He didn't know what was going on, he had all these strangers in the house looking at Mom. I felt bad that I couldn't comfort him or notice sooner.
Well, they pulled out the stair chair, only because the stairways were too narrow for a backboard, and got her to the South Jordan Emergency Department. I beat them there though.
All in all, it was chaotic.