Two nights ago, I spent five hours at the ER with my elderly mother.
While she’s since recovered and back in the comfort of her home, the incident was a stark reminder of the kinds of food emergencies that can crop up when you’re unprepared.
I was cooking dinner when I got the call; my mother was unresponsive and the caregiver was taking her to the hospital.
My inclination was to drop everything and dash out the door.
The thought crossed my mind that I should eat something first. (After all, I was already preparing our evening meal)
However, my stomach was tied up in knots at that point, and the thought of eating something did not appeal to me. (A rare occurrence, actually).
