I don't remember what I told the dispatcher. I know I gave them the address and watched as--four minutes later--a City of Tacoma fire engine parked in front of our house. I think we woke up the whole neighborhood.
Anne-Marie was doing well enough to be guided to the couch. Three paramedics came in and check everything they could. She was fine. (But we knew she wasn't)
They recommended that Anne-Marie be driven to the nearest emergency room. Anne-Marie's doctor's had already instructed us that any ER trip that we make due to the current circumstance should be to University of Washington Medical Center. Then it became a bargaining session:
"...but we'd have to go all the way to the University."
"We have no problem taking you in the ambulance."
"But we have kids and they're asleep right now and we'd need to get them ready to go."
"Your husband can get them ready and come to UW as soon as he can make it."
We finally convinced them that the ambulance was unnecessary. We'd get the kids ready and drive the 30 miles ourselves. They wished us well, got back in their fire truck and disappeared into the dark.
The kids were more than a little shocked to be woken up at 3:00 AM, but they soon began to think it was all a big adventure. Of course, they were right, but not the kind you choose.