So, it was an interesting morning/afternoon. Got a call from Pop about 9:30a that Mom had fallen in the foyer of their home and busted the back of her head against the door. He said she was bleeding a lot, at first, but got it to stop.
He wanted me to come over to check her out. I tried to get him to call 911, but he said she was OK. I asked all the typical questions…is she dizzy, is she nauseous, does she look like she wants to doze off…she answered in the background that she was fine. I still knew I needed to go check them out. I had Matt get ready early and go with me, as he wasn’t due into work until noon. Pop called at about 9:30a.
Got there and saw this…
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Yea, we’re goin’ to the ER.
All is well now though.
They put 2 staples in her head (she didn’t want a local anesthetic, mind you), did a CT scan that turned out fine, but while we were waiting for the results I had to get Matt to work, through one of the craziest deluges I’ve seen here in a few years. I was driving 25 mph and still could barely see in front of me.
Fortunately, by the time I got back to the hospital, the results from the CT scan were in, and were no issues whatsoever.
I got off the phone a little while ago with them to check in and Mom was up making tea.
She just turned 86 and Pop is 92.
It’s hard to watch their decline because we love them so very much, but, as Pop said to Mom in the ER earlier, life is life, and we’ve had a great one.