So monday we went to the casino...Tuesday as I had predicted she was in pain all day. Just as I was arriving at the house for dinner I got the call from my dad that mom had fallen. I got there quickly and picked her up. I did that thing you do with your milk carton when you go to pick it up and it's only half full and you end up picking it up really fast and the milk spills out; she was that light I did a really brief assessment and nothing seemed broken.
On weds I came by and she was laying in bed in an odd way and I noticed a small bruise on her arm. My dad who minimized everything insisted that this was how she usually was after having a fall. But this odd mixture of dread and deja vu kept following me around all day. Every now and then I get flashes of deja vu. I'll be watching a movie and I'll think I've been there again. Sometimes it's attached to something else bad happening. So in this case I was sitting in my hotel lobby and I had that deja vu flash of being in the lobby before and it attached to a thought about being in an Emergency Room. I always brush these off but this time I couldn't shake the dread.
When I got back to the house for dinner, she looked worse, her face and expression just had a foggy shroud around them. The bruise looked like someone had swabbed her arm with purple water color. This whole day I had to hold my hands out and let her pull herself up to go to the bathroom. Tonight she started for the bathroom and just at her bedroom door she told me she was going to faint. She's always been meolodramatic and I remember her "fainting" several times, mostly at functions she didn't want to be at. This time she fell back and I caught her and sort of drag/carried her back to bed.
She was in so much pain I couldn't even really shift her on the bed. She still had to pee so I found a big flat plastic tub and sort of managed to wiggle it under her. I saw bits of my mom that no man in his fifties should see(I don't want to talk about it). I had been arguing for several days that she see her doctor and that incident finally got both her and my dad to agree to go to Urgent Care the next day first thing(I really wanted to call 911).
This got my dad who has become almost compulsive about schedules and routines to go on and on about how early he would call Kaisser Urgent Care and how early they'd take, when she'd have to wake up etc.
I went back to my hotel with the promise that they'd call 911 if she had trouble during the night.
3:30 I started dreaming about Oompa Loompas. Kind of a nice dream with them singing they're song and everything. Then I woke up, realizing that this was my ringtone. My dad had tried to get her to the bathroom, had tried the platic tub trick and she was in so much pain he called 911. I have this image of the paramedic wondering why she was sitting on a plastic tub.
(to be continued)
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