What I failed to mention in my round up of our week-long stay in the Metroplex was the activity of a Friday morning at my mom’s house.
Mom was making breakfast for brother, and we were going to spend the rest of the morning finishing up the paperwork before brother’s family conference at the rehab center. I was in the guest bedroom, doing my hair, when I heard a huge KABOOM!
When it was silent afterwards, and not even a curse word uttered, and then in the next moment heard my voice called softly, Hubs and I came running. He got to her first and she was just sitting up. The breakfast plate and coffee were everywhere but Mom was starting to get up. Once we figured out that everything was ok, we went on with our day, albeit with Mom on a bunch of pain meds.
Flash forward to last Friday, when she is still hurting and can barely walk! There was another visit to the Doc in a Box and then an ER trip on Sunday. Then the orthopedist confirmed today what the ER doc said – she has a broken bone in her hip. Mom tried to explain to me that she didn’t “break her hip” just has a broken bone in there. Same difference.
So it’s bed rest and limited mobility for the next month!
And it’s times like these that living 600 miles away from one’s mom SUCKS. That’s the only way to put it.
If you’re the type that prays or thinks good thoughts, please send them to my mama. She’s the bestest mom a gal could ask for and I hate it that she’s just hanging out in the house watching Netflix on bedrest without me! I hope she gets better and quick.