I am never someone who catches on right away when April Fools Day rolls around. If anyone is going to be fooled, it's going to be me. So this year, I was determined to be prepared. I prepared myself not to believe what people told me, and anything out of the ordinary would be scrutinized to the max.
So when I got a phone call from my Aunt saying that my Grandmother had collapsed in church, I refused to believe her. Yet, my aunt persisted. My Aunt had been visiting my Grandmother, and was scheduled to return home, and she needed someone to come and take care of my Grandmother. Nope. I still refused to be fooled. Finally I agreed to go up and see for myself what had happened, and sure enough, my Grandmother was laying on the couch, obviously not well. I felt terrible. I once again had been the fool, but this time, I had done so to myself.
I spent the rest of the day monitoring my Grandmother's blood sugar levels, making sure that she ate on a regular basis, and that she didn't try and overexhert herself. Finally I got in touch with my parents and they were able to make travel arrangements to return home from their vacation.
I have never been a fan of April Fools Day, and this year was no expection. I might not have had anyone play any pranks on me, but I had myself so worked up that I essentially played a cruel prank on myself. I spent so much time not wanting to be fooled that I fooled myself.
WC - 323
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