Mum almost killed me.
I was about 10 years old and had just come back from cub camp. I started to get a stomach ache and complained to my mum.
That night she was having a dinner party and didn't want any interuption so told me to go back to my room.
The pain got worse then draw droppingly anonizing. I came downstairs again doubled over with pain but my mother though I was being dramatic and sent be off to bed again.
Luckily one of the dinner guests was a doctor and even though my mother was annoyed that I had disrupted her evening and the evening of her guests he insisted and examined me.
At this point he picked me up, put me in his car and sped off to the nearest hospital, used his doctor status to jump the queue and within 20 minutes I was being operated on to remove
my appendix that was on the point of rupturing (something that is invariably fatal).
Cheers mumsy.
( riverghost servicing your mum since, Wed 4 Aug 2010, 16:00, 2 replies)

Ooh..
My mum refused to believe I had appendicitis either. The only good thing about the experience was being able to wake my mum up at 3 a.m. to smile sweetly at her through the pain, hold up the phone and say: "Mum, the lady from NHS Direct wants to send an ambulance for me, but I told her that you'd drive me to the hospital. That's ok, isn't it?". She still feels guilty about that one.
(BelladonnaAnodyne Melissa's gonna wet herself, I swear..., Wed 4 Aug 2010, 17:14, closed)

hehehe
And the guilt presents afterwards when you're in hospytall:D
( riverghost servicing your mum since, Wed 4 Aug 2010, 17:38, closed)