s-s-s-s-scared

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't terrified about the upcoming trip to the hospital Friday to have my youngest child's teeth repaired. What else would get me up at 6am, when DH is not up and getting ready for work? What really scares me is that I just realized why I'm so afraid. My mother cannot have anesthesia, it would stop her heart (and did, once). Not only that, but about eight years ago, the one and only time I can ever remember in my entire life that Mom took antibiotics, it caused her to have what they called "organic psychosis" which was the scariest thing I had ever experienced up until the birth of my first child. Obviously, I do not have the same issues with anesthesia nor with antibiotics (well, not that particular kind, I'm allergic to different antibiotics) as my mother, but neither do I share her particular food allergies. My child does have the same food allergies as Mom, what if.... I'm making myself ill just thinking about it. At least she'll be in Children's Hospital, where presumably, they would be best equipped to handle an emergency situation. But it is the same building where it took several days for them to figure out what was wrong that time mom reacted to those antibiotics, just kept saying they'd never seen anything like it before.