I’ve spent a lot of time on the phone with my sister over the past few days. My mom slipped while moving between the sofa and her wheelchair. Any injuries associated with her fall seem minor, but nothing’s minor with my mom. Physical strength is a huge challenge for her.
She and my dad live in an assisted living place near my sister and family outside Milwaukee. Lifting isn’t one of the assists in assisted living. My mom sat on the floor while 9-1-1 was called.
She was probably sitting on her ankle. That’s my sister’s guess, because mom can no longer put any weight on her foot.
My mother has crossed a line. If you can’t stand on your own you are beyond the scope of assisted living.
It’s possible, with some rehab, she’ll be able to stand again. It’s not a certainty. My mom hasn’t embraced rehab in the past. Recuperation is hard, sometimes painful. It’s tough to put yourself in her shoes.
Neither Trudi nor I truly understanding our mom’s thoughts. My mom is confused. There are certain things which won’t get turned back. It’s a sad realization.
Helaine, Stef and I are heading out next week. This is the make-up trip for last week’s clust******k in Phoenix!
There’s a new baby (I will bring Clicky) and all my relatives, especially my folks. I like seeing my family.
I’m guessing life doesn’t get easier from here.