December 2, 2004. I was studying for law school final exams when my mom called. She could barely speak. All I could understand was "come over now." Drove to her house to find her lying on the floor in her office, covered in her own vomit. She had been throwing up every 5 minutes for ~ 8 hours by the time I got there, and was so dehydrated that she couldn't move.
At that point, my EMT insticts kicked in and I knew I needed help. So I called 911. One of the few times I was glad that I knew the head of the county fire department, as his crew was at our house in just under 3 minutes.
In the end, my mom was fine. Still is. She just had a nasty case of diveritculitis (same thing that almost killed Brock Lesnar) and had to have bowel surgery.
