My family has a weird way of dealing with crises on various levels. Correction: My parents have a weird way of dealing with crises on various levels. My siblings seem to do just fine with this sort of stuff. Allow me to explain.
A text I received from my father at 4:30AM on Thanksgiving morning:
This was something that could not wait until the normal hours of the morning. No. I needed to be woken up from my deep pre-thanksgiving slumber for CHAIRS. This type of emergency is not something you fuck around with and wait to alert someone about. Chairs are very important. Middle-of-the-night important.
This brings me to Example #2:
A phone call I received from my father about a week after Thanksgiving around 8:30 in the evening:
A quick note, my father has a very thick and sort of angry sounding Swedish accent, so when you read his part, try and imagine that in your head.
strange pause followed by loud crowd noises in the background
Dad: Are you there? I can barely hear you!
Me: I think that might be because of wherever you are. Where are you?
Dad: I’m out!
Me: Oh, sure.
Dad: How are you?
Me: Fine… you?
Dad: I’m good. So listen, I’m calling because I need to talk to you about something, but before I tell you, you need to know that everything is fine and that you don’t need to worry, so don’t freak out, okay?
Me: That’s a terrible way to keep someone calm.
Dad: Your mom is in the emergency room and she’s been there for about four days, okay?
Dad: EVERYTHING IS FINE.
Me: What happened?
Dad: Well, last week when we were still in New York, we were walking around and having a nice time and then Mom got really dizzy all of sudden and almost passed out… So then we came back to Ohio –
Me: -You traveled?
Dad: Let me finish! We came back to Ohio and she still didn’t feel good, so I took her to the hospital and it turns out she had some scar tissue in a vein and it was causing a blockage, blah blah blah, but everything is fine and she’s okay, okay?
Me: Um… okay?
Dad: And we didn’t tell you guys because we didn’t want you to worry because everything is okay.
Me: Yes, but everything was not okay four days ago…
Dad: I know! That’s why we didn’t tell you until just now.
Me: But what if everything wasn’t going to be okay? How long would you have waited to tell me? What if things were really bad and then you just kept waiting to tell me if or when everything was okay? This seems like a terrible system.
Dad: Emelie, EVERYTHING IS FINE.
Me: I know, but –
Dad: – Don’t worry about it. There’s something else I need to talk to you about.
Me: Oh God, what now? Is the dog okay? Are you okay?!?
Dad: There’s a book that I want you to look into getting for me.
Me: …oh, sure.
So everything really is okay. I talked to my mom, who found this entire story to be incredibly amusing, and apparently she just needs to take aspirin every day or something and that solves all her problems? I don’t really know, but I’ve been assured that everything is okay and I am not to freak out, although now I know I can’t trust my parents, which I told them over and over again after this whole debacle concluded. They think that’s just adorable.
In other news, my giveaway ends in just four days, so you should get on that, because you deserve a free shirt.
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