Ok, this is long...I have nobody else to be totally open with about this, though, so here we go!
UGH! Let me start by saying that under normal circumstances I get along well with Mox's mother, but I just about let loose on her today. I usually just let things go and don't cause a stir...I was almost to my breaking point with her (and still am), though.
Mox calls me this morning saying that he's having really bad chest pains and wants to go to the ER, which seems odd for two reasons: 1) He's only 21, and 2) He only goes to the doctor if it's really bothering him. I head over to pick him up, and when I get there he's in some massive pain. No biggie, right? I'm getting ready to help him in the car, and he tells me, "Oh, I called Mom to let her know." Fine, whatever....until...she comes pulling up like a mad woman, "Are you ok? Ok, let's go right now! I took off work! Turn your flashers on!"
Like I don't know that I need to get him there? By this time he's already getting worked up and I'm just ready to take off...so I do. We get him there and she's parking in the ambulance parking (obviously marked as a NO parking zone) and wants to walk him in herself. So I go park and come back to a police officer telling her to move her car. Mox is in the waiting room STILL in pain, so I stay with him until lovely Mommy comes in and tells him, "Here, lean against me...blah blah blah..."
They call him in the room where they take his vitals and stuff and start asking questions. She's answering all of them...mind you, she wasn't even THERE. Grr...so then they ask about prior health problems, and she's naming off things he had as a kid...TOTALLY unrelated. Then the nurse says that one of us needs to go back out in the waiting room to fill out forms, and she takes off toward the room they had ready for Mox...just to make sure I was the one that had to go back outside. DAMN IT (sorry, I'm still pissed about that)!
Anyway, I'M HIS WIFE! Geez...he's 21! I think he can handle himself, sick or not! I waited 35 minutes before the nurse came out to get me, and Mommy dearest is stammering something about "I was about to get you..." BULL! The nurse said Mox was asking for me! So I start (but at the same time trying not to) telling Mox he should have never called her and that I should have been the one in the room with him. I told him I didn't want to leave to call my work because I knew she'd go back in there and try to keep me from coming back in...sure enough, she did.
So when we FINALLY get to leave, she's saying she'll take his prescription and all this other crap. I was like, "Uh...we have insurance and I'll take care of it..." So Mox was feeling better...I took him to get something to eat. She was CALLING MY CELL PHONE asking where he was and why he wasn't home. HOLY CRAP...we've been together for 8...count them...8 YEARS! I think I can handle taking care of him myself!
I take him home and she automatically picks up his paperwork and starts telling him how/when to take his medicine when he's obviously able to figure it out for himself...I just went back to work to keep from being around her- I was so pissed. Mox came back over here (to my dad's) after I got off work, but you have NO idea how ready I am to move into our new house. UGH! I can't stand her sometimes...
So, anyone know how I feel? Granted, she doesn't know we're married...it almost came out today. Still, though...as a couple of 8 years, do I not have at least as much if not MORE of a right to be with him in the waiting room? She told him I had NO right to be in there and she should be the one to stay with him. I'm so pissed that I'm shaking even now...hours later.![]()
Also, we found out the chest pains were caused by a strained muscle (which he didn't feel last night after work), but he had an anxiety attack because the chest pains freaked him out...it's totally understandable- one grandfather died from a heart attack, and the other had a heart attack last week.I feel so bad for him. He's doing well, though, so no worries!



) and wants to walk him in herself. So I go park and come back to a police officer telling her to move her car. Mox is in the waiting room STILL in pain, so I stay with him until lovely Mommy comes in and tells him, "Here, lean against me...blah blah blah..."
I feel so bad for him. He's doing well, though, so no worries!
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