Its been a strange few days in Alabama. I came in for my work week and ended up sitting at the hospital.
Friday, as I stumbled down the stairs to head out to the car, there was a faint call for "Jane". In the floor of the downstairs bedroom, Mom was lying prone feet towards the door and her right arm at a 90 degree angle above her head. She had fallen! One look and I knew this wasn't going to be a minor event.
Thank goodness for 911! Have you ever had to dial those three numbers for a loved one? There is nothing better than knowing in short order help will arrive. The woman on the other end of the call was helpful, fast and courteous. Jon-Wilson was with me and he held the door as the emergency crew headed into the house. He said, "come see my GranAnn", "come see my GranAnn".
Six men and one women decended onto the bedroom and after taking vital signs, assessed the situation, splinted her broken arm then gently lifted her onto the stretcher. In less than 30 minutes they had her in the back of the ambulance and whisked off to Brookwood Hospital. My sis, Missy, rode in the front seat and made sure the hospital knew all the important information.
I don't know how the paramedics work in your city, but I have no complaints, only praise and thank you's.
Its Monday evening, I have a sideline seat next to a hospital bed and mom is resting. A broken arm was set during a 2 hour surgery on Friday night and two fractures to the pelvic will be left to heal on their own.
One Dr. told us "Old age is not for sissy's" - I realize how true that is as I watch mom's little body struggle to heal.
