Roller Coaster

This is why I do not like roller coasters or similar type rides.  The stomach churning, what next, OMG feeling is bad enough in everyday life - why force it?  An explanation is needed.  My holding pattern is not at a complete standstill - just feels like it is.  I could not recall, without checking first, if I had already written about the events of yesterday.  I had not - too exhausted i suppose.  Visions of having to cancel, or at least postpone my trip were galloping through my head - somehow I managed to avoid a headache upon waking up this morning.
Yesterday was Rachel's birthday.  Therefore, because she does not like grand celebrations done for her it was decided to combine our annual theatre outing, a late lunch and her birthday at my mother's.  Only Lucas and Zoe were missing.  Pirates of Penzance suited the lightheardte, happy mood everyone seemed to be in.  Setting aside packing, leaving, house, exams, papers for a while would be a great way to spend a Sunday afternoon.  First everyone from Victoria came to my cottage, we transferred some boxes to my sister's car and I had help getting boxes and lots of stuffed animals out of the attic.  Rachel dressed up with my crocodile head and a crown - we toyed with the idea she should wear it to the play.  It was pointed out we were not going to Peter Pan.  Off we went to my mother's - a five minute drive.
Cake dropped off safely, rides determined and we headed off - a three minute drive to the high school.  Bought our tickets - must remember to get money from everyone, bought a cookie and a bottle of water.  After ten minutes we headed into the theatre, found seats and waited for the lights to go down.  No more than five minutes later we were attempting to leave - my mother had what was eventually determined to be a TIA (or something like that - in layman's terms: a faint).  Ambulance called, everyone headed to the hospital.  Four hours after we left the house we were headed home - minus everyone else.  No play (Blackbeard the Pirate just happened to be on the TV in the waiting room though), no lasagna. no party. 
When we did get back to Sooke my mother and I were ravenous - baked the lasagna, ate then had cake.  I put a candle on each piece then called Rachel to sing happy birthday - and told her to blow out the candles.  All was well.
Except I began to worry.  My sister began to worry.  Rachel began to worry.  We did not say anything to each other - being in our own homes.  Today I am still planning to leave on Friday; Rachel has offered to live at her grandma's, my sister is pondering POA  and my mother is feeling slightly brow beaten.  Which puts me in a holding pattern - my car is stuffed to the gunnels (pirates on the mind) ready to be stored - but not sure where!  I plan on sleeping the whole plane ride.