We all remember that commercial… and used to joke about it. Now it is my reality.
I had a feeling when I woke up this morning, so I called. No answer. Maybe she’s in the bathroom, at breakfast, couldn’t get to the phone fast enough. The phone rings and I answer. I fell.
I don’t know if only children/single parent have some cosmic connection but I do feel like there is that little gut feeling that happens whenever there is something awry. This isn’t the first time I’ve felt it and it is usually accurate.
These are the two words no one wants to hear. I hang up and ring the facility and alert them that mom has fallen and she called me. I am 10 minutes away so I head over.
Mom of course refused to be checked out at hospital. I’ve determined she fell on the way to the bathroom. She was using the walker. She bumped her head. She’s got a little rug burn on her knee and arms because she CRAWLED to the bed to call me. This in her mind is reasonable. I have to remember this. It’s hard.
We talked for a few minutes. She said I guess I’m going to be falling a lot. Although not comforting on any level it is the new normal. Sans wrapping her in bubble wrap and being with her 24/7 there really isn’t anything to do. I plead with her to ask for help. She won’t. She’ll tell me her pull up is wet because she never made it to the bathroom but she doesn’t let anyone else know. So I ask for help for her.
I had planned to bring pizza and have an afternoon of watching her favorite shows, candy, pizza, popcorn…bring Stanley (the dog) and enjoy a lovely visit today. No business. No big discussions. A lovely afternoon with my mom. This is still the plan. Happy Saturday.
Minding Mom. 