This is a life lesson I learned from my mom a few years ago. She doesn’t remember teaching it to me, but I remember everything so I win.
My mom has had back pain for as long as I can remember. She threw out her back while sneezing once and I like to remind her of it often. Once, her back hurt so bad that she couldn’t get out of bed.
Doing what any normal person would do, she called her mom. My Grandma came over and was unable to assist in any way, except put on a pair of old, ratty pajamas, so what does my mom do next?
She’s calls 911.
I can only imagine how embarrassing it is to call an emergency line for assistance getting out of bed, but desperate times call for desperate measures.
Once the firefighters arrived (yes, they sent firefighters), they took to work on helping my mom out of bed (a dream scenario for some, I’m sure). We live in a small town and my mom was glad the the fire chief wasn’t the one who showed up and she thought she’d survive the day without seeing anyone she knew.
She would be wrong.
From the crowd of men around her she heard, “Gina?” Mortified, she looked around and saw one of her friends from a long time ago (I can’t tell you when). After some awkward small talk, they managed to rescue my mom from the bed and took her to the hospital.
The lesson I learned from this story is that you always need to wear cute pajamas at night because you never know who is going to have to come rescue you in the morning.