It's official. I've become my mother. And it's BECAUSE of my mother. We had another weekend of a 7am Saturday phone call from my sister, though this time telling me that my mother was having horrible pain in her left shoulder and arm and was afraid she was having a heart attack. They called an ambulance and while it was quickly determined that it probably wasn't cardiac, she continued to have horrible pain and nausea, etc. all weekend until they determined it was probably a pinched nerve and got her on the proper muscle relaxer, which, thank god, helped. She is seeing her ortho today and will hopefully get a trigger point injection and enough meds to keep her OK through next week's vacation. But in the meantime, I am a complete mess. Even knowing her problem was just muscular or a nerve problem in her neck (welcome to my world!), I was an anxious mess for no reason all reason....just like she used to be when she was married to my father and he got any sort of illness, even just a basic cold. Plus, of course, I'm afraid that I'll be the one stuck ministering to her throughout our trip next week if she's still having problems, even though I'm the other person in the family having physical problems myself right now. Gah! I hate the aging process...for everyone!