Essay About Freighting Phone Call And Emergency Room

Mama Knows Best
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Mama Knows Best
Mama use to say to me, “always tells someone where you are going”. As
she spoke to me, I could remember hands on my hips, rolling me eyes while
popping my lips, and saying (to myself of course) there she go snooting in my
business. It was not until later that I realized that those words had multiple
meanings. Mama was not just snooting, she was concerned about my safety
looking back. Considering, those words could have prevented me from having the
most horrible, sickening night of my life.
Only being home about two hours after a late night of partying, I received a
freighting phone call from my sister saying that she had to rush my one year old
daughter to the emergency room. Head spinning and heart painfully pounding in
my chest I quickly sat up in bed. Panicking, I ran around, like a small child lost
from their mothers site, helplessly. Breathing heavy breaths of foul liquor I
manage to scramble myself together and stumble drunkenly out the front door.
Dropping my keys several times before I even made it to the car, I got in a quickly
took off. Not once did I think to myself what kind of condition was I in to go and
actually be of help to my daughter. I could barely complete the small task of
making it to my car like a normal person would. Having to drive sixty miles of
dark, winding, deer-filled back roads seemed like an impossible journey. To stupid
to wake my mother and inform her about the situation because I did not want
to hear her nagging about me having too many drinks at the party I had just come
from. Quickly rushing down the dark and lonely highway there are a million of
horrifying thoughts beating at my head. About a hour of driving I finally pull into
the emergency room in Brenham. I run through the doors only to see my
daughter covered in tears and vomit. Demanding to know what is going on as I try
to hide the shiny gaze of my frustrated eyes. After hours of watching my daughter
being tussled and poked. I was able to hold her in my arms. As we left the
emergency room my sister begged me to stay. But I explained to her that I only
had a few hours before I had to go to work. After a few minutes of mindless
arguing I left. I loaded my precious baby girl safely in the back seat of my car. As
we made the hour long