My Mom I are both feeling frail today. She went out yesterday on her own, fell down, and ended up in the hospital. They stitched up her bleeding head, scanned her brain for internal injuries and called me last night to take her home. Poor dear. She's 85 and fiercely independent.
Here's the encouraging part: my husband drove me out to the hospital, on a foul, stormy night, and I never could have found it on my own. He says we are here to help each other - what a guy!!
The challenge now is to take one step at a time and not get overwhelmed by this. Mom wants a quiet day at home, but we need to get some blood tests done for an upcoming doctor's appointment, so we'll see if we can accomplish that tomorrow.
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