Family Tragedy

I love my mother very much. As much as I don't like to admit it sometimes, I am more like her everyday. She has many wonderful attributes that I can proudly say I have inherited, and then there are the things I look at and see from her example that I would rather not emulate. One of these little flaws is the "Family Crisis."
You see, every time something slightly out of the ordinary occurs, my Mother makes it into rather a large production. Recently my uncle went in for a minor, out patient surgery. I found out that it was no big deal only AFTER my mother had called to tell me he was practically at death's door. She was rushing to the hospital to be with him and I should be on stand by to fly home at a moments notice. It was only after talking to her less dramatic middle sister that I got the real scoop - an abscess being drained, no big whoop, don't even worry about it-I can't believe she called you, etc.
But you see, I found myself buying into the drama of it all. . . not a good sign. Before you know it my hangnails will all require a week off work and all my loved ones gathered at my bedside and my mother calling in the priest to give me my last rights.