| Last night was a zero, none, nada, rien, absolutely no moments of sleep not even a "scosch" that night. When I "felt it" was about 7:00-ish AM...thwacked upside the ol' head with a fuzzy brain and body all tingly, vertigo, and my limbs felt like they were soooo heavy; absolutely disproportionate to the rest o' the body.. egads. I did start to rest some, and even drift in and out of sleep for a few moments while the TV displayed it's black and white shadows while droning a quiet audio...until the phone rang. It was about 8:00AM, and a call came in from WSH. They had found Mom on the floor, crying, haven fallen, apparently on her face for part of it. She had a very large tear in her oh so fragile skin on her arm, a swollen nose, neck pain and knee pain... apparently she was sobbing and crying in pain. They (the on call doctor) wanted her to go to St. Clair, so they phoned here to tell me about it, and verify that it was ok with me. I spoke to a new MD to me, a Woman I had not spoken to before. It is the holiday weekend, and typically, the last few episodes that required a hospital trip, were on weekends, and /or holiday aka "long" weekends, with the staff "on call" not her regular MDs. I told the doctor that they were not to admit Mom automatically -- to have the hospital phone me first, and to make sure the records were with Mom, and some food brought along in case of a blood sugar drop. I asked if I was needed down there now, and the MD said I should wait first, and phone St Clair in a couple hours. I did around 11:00, and they were sending Mom home. The woman I spoke to at St Clair knew immediately who Gerry was and who I was, and she was very alert, knowledgeable, and kind on the phone. She told me that Mom's nose is broken, and quite swollen. They said if I see Mom in the next few days, to not be upset with the appearance, and that nothing could be done to it, if at all, until the swelling went down. The tear in her arm was dressed, yetunable to be "stitched" due to the fragility of her skin. Her neck was moving fine, so there were no issues there other than the pain of the huge fall. Mom apparently was resting at that moment, but had been moving around pretty well. She did hurt her knees as well. Apparently, the worst of her visit was her being strapped to, and immobilized, on that board en route from the EMS. Poor Mom. Later, I phoned WSH and spoke to Trish to see how Mom was doing; Mom had just fallen to sleep. They didn't seem to know that Mom had a broken nose, but saw it was swollen and she was in pain. While I was talkihg with Trish, there were screams in the background, apparently they were waking Mom up for her medicine, and she was not at all happy about it. Poor Mom. I could hear her wailing in pain and it killed me to hear. I asked to speak with Mom, and at first she was interested in talking, but she changed her mind en route to the phone. I imagine she was just hurting too much. She was truly shouting in pain. Oh the poor woman! Damn. I told Trish to not hesitate to phone me collect if she might benefit from my call. I also plan on trying later. My poor mother! I'll be there tomorrow or the day after - this being Memorial Day weekend, there is no "good" day traffic wise. So, if tomorrow's ferry cam shows long lines, we'll head down on Tuesday. I wish I could just kiss it and "make it better" for her. Poor Mommy. Damn. As usual, I ask for your prayers and healing vibes to be sent Mom's way. Thank you!
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