You know that thing where the left chamber of your mom’s heart can’t route electrical impulses properly?

And she goes in for a routine EKG and is suddenly scheduled for a coronary angiogram and possibly a stent?

And it’s nothing to panic over but you’re 3,000 miles away from the hospital?

And you try to eat and edit and not watch the clock but find yourself praying, working out and cleaning because you need to properly route your own nervous energy right now?

Yeah, that.