Well, That's One Way to Get Out of Church
This weekend, we were at Dave's parent's cottage with his parents and Dave's brother, wife and son, Andrew. This morning we all decided to go to the local church for mass. About 20 minutes into the mass, I heard a fairly loud thud next to me. Of course, with Andrew and Brad sitting next to one another, my first thought was that they were horsing around. When I turned to look, I was surprised to find Brad laying on the floor, but again figured he'd tripped or something.
It didn't take long to realize something was wrong. He was laying flat out on the ground underneath the seat and wasn't making an attempt to get back up. When I got down to check on him, his eyes were closed and he was still not moving. The kid was out cold. Now my logic told me that he had passed out and that it was not a huge concern, but the concerned mother in me started imagining all the horrors that this could mean. Had he hit his head on the way down? How hard might he have hit it? Was he hurt? What had caused him to pass out in the first place?
It took a few seconds of me trying to lift him up and talking to him before he finally came around. He was really out of it and not responding to me. When I finally asked him if he could talk, he responded with a 'yes' followed by 'Am I dreaming? Is this a dream?' Of course I was relieved that he was talking to me but was still pretty shook up by the whole thing. He was very hot and sweating with sweat-soaked hair. After removing his sweater and getting him some juice, he seemed somewhat better. He wasn't so hot anymore , but he was still quite upset and feeling a bit sick to the stomach. We decided it would be best for the three of us to cut out of church early and take Brad back to the cottage to rest. After having a bit to eat and resting for a while, he felt much better, and I am happy to say was fine.
Well, that's one way to get out of church.
This weekend, we were at Dave's parent's cottage with his parents and Dave's brother, wife and son, Andrew. This morning we all decided to go to the local church for mass. About 20 minutes into the mass, I heard a fairly loud thud next to me. Of course, with Andrew and Brad sitting next to one another, my first thought was that they were horsing around. When I turned to look, I was surprised to find Brad laying on the floor, but again figured he'd tripped or something.
It didn't take long to realize something was wrong. He was laying flat out on the ground underneath the seat and wasn't making an attempt to get back up. When I got down to check on him, his eyes were closed and he was still not moving. The kid was out cold. Now my logic told me that he had passed out and that it was not a huge concern, but the concerned mother in me started imagining all the horrors that this could mean. Had he hit his head on the way down? How hard might he have hit it? Was he hurt? What had caused him to pass out in the first place?
It took a few seconds of me trying to lift him up and talking to him before he finally came around. He was really out of it and not responding to me. When I finally asked him if he could talk, he responded with a 'yes' followed by 'Am I dreaming? Is this a dream?' Of course I was relieved that he was talking to me but was still pretty shook up by the whole thing. He was very hot and sweating with sweat-soaked hair. After removing his sweater and getting him some juice, he seemed somewhat better. He wasn't so hot anymore , but he was still quite upset and feeling a bit sick to the stomach. We decided it would be best for the three of us to cut out of church early and take Brad back to the cottage to rest. After having a bit to eat and resting for a while, he felt much better, and I am happy to say was fine.
Well, that's one way to get out of church.
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