Chapter 1: The All-Nighter Experience

Reflecting on all-nighters during my college years brings back a mix of nostalgia and weariness. While they were often filled with laughter and camaraderie back then, my current experiences tend to lean towards the more serious side of life.

This isn't typically my area of writing, but it resonates with recurring themes in my stories — the journey of growing up and finding joy amid challenges. I hope you’ll permit me to share this perspective.

All of us have likely experienced those sleepless nights in college. Sometimes they were ignited by parties, other times by the frantic need to study, and occasionally, they were simply for heartfelt conversations. I vividly recall spending an entire night during my freshman year at Big Southern University, engaging in a profound dialogue about faith and spirituality with a born-again Christian and an atheist, all while sober.

In my professional life as an IT specialist, I've endured more all-nighters than I would like to remember — initially as a systems administrator and later as a manager. Most of those sleepless nights were dedicated to troubleshooting issues that required the collaboration of numerous people, urgently seeking to rectify whatever system was malfunctioning.

These days, while I still find myself in situations that demand late-night attention, my role has shifted. I’m now more often involved for updates rather than the exhausting marathon conference calls that used to be the norm. I’m knocking on wood, hoping this trend continues.

However, as I progress through life, I suspect my future all-nighters will revolve around hospital visits with family. Just last week, my 93-year-old mother-in-law, who still lives independently but lives only a short distance away, called us at 9 PM asking for assistance.

Upon arriving, we discovered she had been ill for twenty-four hours without consulting a doctor. Weak and dehydrated, she merely wanted my wife to stay with her until morning. However, knowing that prolonged nausea is often a sign of serious issues, we called for emergency medical services despite her objections.

Following the ambulance to the hospital, I dropped my wife off to help her mom check in, while I navigated the vast parking deck of the bustling hospital.

Once in the emergency waiting room, I encountered a mix of patients: parents with young children, elderly couples, and individuals waiting solo. Surprisingly, it was quieter than expected, though the ambient noise of a few babies crying and a teenager blaring music filled the space.

We sat there for hours, waiting for updates. After midnight, my mother-in-law was finally taken for an EKG, but the wait continued. It turned out there was a queue for the procedure, and my wife unintentionally wandered where she wasn’t supposed to be.

Eventually, her mom was moved to an “acute care bay,” but no fluids were administered right away as lab tests were prioritized. I took note of a man in his 50s who appeared to be a regular, using the waiting room as a place to rest.

Maintaining communication through Facebook Messenger, my wife and I learned at 3 AM that her mom would likely not be admitted. I then made the trek back to my car for supplies, considering she might need to stay with us.

By 4:15 AM, I returned, only to find the waiting room transformed. The bustle had diminished, with only a few patients left, including my friend from before, who now had a snack wrapper beside him — a courtesy from the staff.

At 6 AM, it seemed my mother-in-law would be discharged. I made my way back to the car without incurring parking fees, which was a small victory. Once we returned her home, she was ready to rest, leaving us to head back as the sun began to rise, a time usually reserved for my morning walk.

The main takeaways from this experience are clear. The medical staff were exceptionally kind and professional, albeit overworked and undercompensated. There is a pressing need for improved communication regarding procedures and next steps. Most importantly, I hope my mother-in-law learns the importance of seeking help sooner rather than later.

This certainly won’t be our last trip to the ER. I’m grateful that my own mother is significantly younger and in good health, and I have my sister to support her as well. However, I anticipate similar experiences in the future, without the children we chose not to have. We will face our own all-nighters, hopefully with better preparation.

Anton J Pierce is an award-winning erotica novelist. His second book, The Consultant: Neighborhood Wives, has just been released on Amazon, with more on the horizon. Connect with him on Instagram and X at @antonjpierce and on Bluesky at @antonjpierce.bsky.social

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