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It was a workday night during one of the lockdowns when I got a call from a friend, Samantha, who lived nearby. “Are you free right now?” she asked me urgently.
Her mother was a heart patient who had an open heart surgery a few years back.
She was suddenly exhibiting worrying symptoms. She was spacing out and very weak. Samantha was at home alone with her (everyone else was out) and there was no car at home. She was concerned that there were adverse reactions or complications due to the serious surgery her mother was forced to have, thanks to a hole discovered in her aorta.
Samantha asked me to help drive her mother to IJN, as aunty was a heart patient there. It was where she had all of her checkups. Luckily, it wasn’t far away at all.
I went to my car as fast as I could to pick them up. When I got there, aunty looked really messed up. She wasn’t responding clearly and she was definitely zoning in and out of consciousness.
I was so worried about her because it looked clear to me that she was very unwell.
I sped to the hospital without breaking any laws or placing aunty and my friend in jeopardy. I dropped them off at the entrance to the emergency room and went to look for parking.
By the time I returned, Samantha had aunty in a wheelchair. Aunty didn’t look any better. In fact, she looked worse!
I hovered around, waiting with them for a doctor to see aunty. I was so full of worry and anxiety that I didn’t want to leave. Fortunately, a short while later, Samantha’s older sister, Emily, turned up. She had been on a date in PJ when she got the call from Samantha. Emily was using the family car and because she was so far away, Samantha had decided to call me for help because Emily might not have reached them in time.
“How are you feeling, mum?” Emily asked aunty.
“My body feels weird,” aunty mumbled in reply.
I waited with them till nearly 1AM. I would have stayed longer, but Emily and Samantha were mindful that I had work the next day and told me to please go home. They would update me.
I was still worried, obviously. Aunty had always been nice to me, and she always made me feel welcome when I went over to theirs. I continued to text the sisters for any updates.
In the end, the doctors simply could not find anything that was wrong with her. Emily found that worrying because it meant that whatever had gone wrong with her could easily happen again.
Regardless, the doctors opted to keep her overnight to monitor her condition in case it worsened and in case they managed to get more clarity on what happened.
Aunty was still on my mind the next day
Luckily, I was working from home, so I didn’t have to worry too much about having to get up early to commute or anything like that. Emily kept me in the loop as best as she could. Aunty was safely home in the morning and miraculously recovered, but she was taking it easy.
But then I got a strange text from Emily in all caps.
“B*TCH I KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO MY MUM”
I immediately perked up. “Yeah? What was it?”
I received a string of messages from Emily immediately:
“SHE ATE ONE OF MY SPACE COOKIES”
“AN ENTIRE F*CKING COOKIE”
“ONE DOSE IS ⅓ COOKIE”
“SHE HAD A FULL 3 DOSES”
“B*TCH SHE WAS TRIPPING BALLS LAST NIGHT LA”
The moment I saw the last text, I started cracking up. I couldn’t help it! It was hilarious. All of that worry for nothing! I’m so glad that it wasn’t something more serious.
Emily was supposed to bring the space cookies with her the previous evening: she had meant to drop them off at a friend’s who had made the order through her. However, she had forgotten the little ziploc bag and left it on the counter. Aunty had seen it and naturally thought “oh yay cookies” and ate one!
No wonder aunty was zoning out so much… She was probably moving from this world to another one, with the amount of THC she’d ingested.
I couldn’t stop laughing!
The friend who was supposed to get the cookies turned down any attempts to pay him back, saying that “it’s okay lah I belanja aunty the one cookie”.
I was so glad to have been there for my friends who needed me, and for aunty as well. I wasn’t even mad to find out that it wasn’t the medical emergency I thought it was!
I mean, it makes one helluva story, you know?
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