Mom had a fall this morning. I awoke this am to the sound of something clacking. An unusual sound. The viscious guard dogs did not wake up. The yellow one was next to me and the brown one was stretched out on the sofa.
It sounded like someone was making crushed ice out of cubed ice.
So, I went to the stairs and said "Mom?"
"Yes, I've broken something."
So, I put on shoes because my first thought was broken glass, which is sort of normal for Mom - which is why I have tried to move her to plastic, but she prefers glass.
So I hop downstairs and there she is, sitting on the carpet inside the door of her room and she was using her device that allows her to pick up stuff off the floor to tap on the wood floor, which woke me up.
She looked fine while sitting there, so I said "What do you think is broken?"
"Nothing is broken. That is what I said." Okay.
I got Amy and we got mom up. I am not sure why she didn't use her bed to stand up, but since she doesn't do ANY exercise, I imagine that she could never pull herself up. Sad, but true.
I got her into her chair - because she says she can't get herself into bed. Hmmmm.
She wanted me to get her foot stool and to get her blanket and to get her a drink of water. Which I happily did.
This may become a trend. Amy thinks we will soon start the trips to the hospital. We will see.
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