It was the whole nonsense with her gallbladder that done my tits in.
I had gallbladder issues for over 18 months and not once was it as bad as she made out. The very first time it happened I went to a&e as we didn't know what it was and it felt like my chest, we had no answers and they were concerned about pulmonary embolisms. Told to return to a&e should it happen again for further tests - it went and I did. Quietly. I thought I might be dying.
My 3rd admission to a different a&e lead to me being admitted and we discovered gallstones. Once that discovery was made I never went to another a&e again and dealt with the pain at home, until my gallbladder was removed.
She had her mum call her an ambulance to blue light her to hospital over gallbladder pain, knowing it was bloody gallstones. That's not an ambulance matter. Paramedics are stretched as is and she has more than enough people to take her.
Melodramatic.
And I don't mean the pain wasn't as bad. My pain was worse than labour. However once I knew it was gallstones and there was nothing bar pain relief that could be done, while waiting for my removal date, I didn't continue to go back to hospital and phone ambulances.