What I Failed to Mention...

Friday, I'm tooling my way south on beautiful country roads, made more surreal by the low-lying clouds that were rising and just above the trees, when my sis calls. We talked for a good 20 minutes, about Mom, about her daughter's moving 3 hours away, about how good it was to get to see each other for a while-even if under quite shitty circumstances. She mentioned she had tried to call Mom a couple of times before calling me, with no answer. I told her not to worry-Mom's a night owl (I get it honest) and has been known to sleep until 10 in the morning...If I can't reach her by 1030, I launch a phone attack if I am out of town (I go wake her in person if I can), because her suger tends to drop too low if she hasn't eaten by 10. My appointment was at 10 at my destination, so it slips my mind that Mom is still snoozing. Dude that I'm seeing has a shy bladder, so he's hitting the water cooler when my phone rings. It's Mom. It's also almost 11. Oh, she was UP at 10..apparently mine and sissy's calls woke her up, but when she got to the phone, the caller had hung up. She went in the kitchen to get her meds and start breakfast, but things got kinda fuzzy after that. (HUH?) She said she fell, and tried to get up 2 or 3 times before she could get up-like her legs were just giving out on her. She's also confused. I tried to call around to get someone to peek in on her-and my aunt is going to lunch in a few, and will go see about her. I tell Dude to put up or shut up-he hears THAT voice, and graciously pees on command. Atta Boy. In the meantime, I am freaking OUT. Mom calls me back, says she feels a little more 'normal' and to take my time. RIIIIIIIIGHT. I have to make 2 stops before getting home, and arrive to find her still a little addled with a pretty decent skin tear on her elbow. Blood is on the floor, the fridge, the wall...sheesh, was there a hog killin' this mornin'? She still was not real steady on her feet, and she couldn't remember what made her fall in the first place. Her blood pressure was up just a little, but she had dropped her 1/2 pill when she fell, and forgot to get another one-we fixed that right away. I had my laptop and a decent wireless connection, so her dining room table became my office for the rest of the afternoon. She improved as the day went on, so when my brother arrived I came home to take the kids school clothes shopping. As we walk in the door at 11 pm, the phone rings. "Guess what?" Mom asks. "What?" "I remember what happened. J (my brother) had mopped the kitchen last night and used Mop & Glo, making the floor really slick. I was wearing my slippers (which are slick), and as soon as I hit that tile, I fell straight back." "Where did you land?" "Well, that's how I remembered. There's a hole in the wall where I hit it with my HEAD."

She overdid it Saturday, and today I think she's running a little fever and is pale as a ghost. After seeing the oncologist and her primary doc and getting good reports, a day later, she falls and probably has a concussion, or brain bleed, or something terrible...or maybe it's just that one little spot in her incision that is icky that's making her feel so bad. I'm calling the doc this morning. And now I am terrified to leave her alone. MrsH, I am so thinking of you right now.
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