Mom has had a series of falls over the last couple of years. I found out on Thursday that she had fallen over a chair in her apartment and landed on the floor. She had gotten up in the night to go to the bathroom and somehow tripped on her slipper, fell against the arm of the chair by her bed and ended up on the floor. This happened at 3:00am. She thought about calling me, but didn't want to wake me up in the middle of the night.
I asked her if she was ok, or if she felt she needed an X-Ray. Of course, she said she was sore but did not think anything else was wrong. She was adamant about not going to the doctor and insisted that she did not need an X-Ray. I told her I would be over after work. She needed to go to the bank and I needed to see for myself how she was moving around.
She was tired and weak when I got there so it was a good thing I had brought the wheelchair. That made going to the bank a lot easier. She seemed so frail to me and she did admit that she was sore. Her determination is pretty impressive despite this latest episode.
We are taking her to lunch on Sunday and then to the mall for some Christmas shopping. I know this will cheer her up.
