The sunday story...

Last last sunday was a rather eventful one. It all started when i was getting into the car, dragging myself to work nursing a mild hangover from yesterday and lacking sleep. Out of no where, my maid calls dad on the phone and says that mum fell down very serious. My dad got out of the car and we went upstairs. What followed was incredibly dramatic. We went through the door, my maid appeared with a blood stained shirt, "mum's in the kitchen" she says. Dad goes ahead of me to the kitchen and all he says is..."Wah it's quite bad man! how ah?". Finally it was my turn to reach the kitchen and yes, it was quite bad. My mum was on the kitchen floor lying on one side, looking unconsicious, and bleeding from the head with some blood on the floor. The first thing i said to myself was ..."what a mess, damn" and then i went to check from fractures. As i was doing that, i was thinking, "damn i'm really sleepy". After that, i checked for responsiveness. "wake up mum" then she woke up. So i checked to see if she could move her limbs, how much of her memory was temporaily lost and if she could walk. Following that i applied pressure to the wound with a towel and a bag of ice. I then lifted her up and then told dad that we're going to hospital. When we got there, i told the doctor mum's got a concussion and they started to treat her. Then i thought to myself, "fantastic, i've got the perfect excuse to skip work!" and so i did. Eventually i went home and took a long nap! hahha.

Now looking back, i thought my reaction to all this was a little...unusual. I thought i was supposed to panic! and think thoughts like "What are we going to do" or "will she be alright?" rather than "what a mess". Yet as i was admistering first aid to mum i knew it wasn't serious, there were no signs of brain damage, she could move her limbs and the memory lost was limted to a small part of short term memory.
But whats really amazing is that a few days a later a my father's doctor friend told me i did exactly what any doctor would have done if they were in my position. Then it dawned on me that i actually remembered all the steps and sequences taught to me by the army in month long course called combat casualty aid. Even during the validation test of that course i couldn't remember all the steps.
And all this while i was hungover,sleepy and thinking about skipping work?

It really gets me wondering, was my reaction to this sitution unusually morbid or unusually good.

hmmm....