First, and most important: she’s all right. Mostly.
The GI trouble had come back big time, late Saturday night with a diarrhea attack. We had finished up taking care of it, and had already decided to go to bed, since it was nearly midnight.
About a half hour after getting to bed, she could feel the rumblings of another attack coming on, so she peeled off her BiPAP mask, sat up on the edge of the bed, and grabbed her front-wheel walker to head for the bathroom.
Normally she can make this trip with no problem.
But she didn’t give her heart enough time to catch up to sitting up and getting up to walk, and halfway to the bathroom, she got dizzy. I heard her blood-curdling scream as she fell, along with the crash of the walker, going the opposite direction.
I leapt out of bed and saw that she had fallen in the only open space between the foot of the bed and the big armoire. She had only hit her head a glancing blow on the armoire, and was not bleeding and felt that she had not broken anything. Thank you Lord, for watching out for her…The next thing after seeing if she was (mostly) okay was to call the paramedics.
They arrived in short order, and after making an assessment, were able to help her get up and the rest of the way to the bathroom. After that was taken care of, they asked if she wanted to go to the hospital……
Now, my wife doesn’t swear, and she gently and often reminds me not to do so. But after being in hospitals and rehab facilities for five months, I could hear an implied, ‘hell no!’ in her simple answer of, “No.”
Next, they asked if she had a walker with a seat. Yes, it’s brand-new and it’s in the kitchen. They sent a man to go get it for her.
They got her stood up, and with the help of the walker, into the bathroom. As she came out, they gave her ‘the briefing’ on how to use the wheeled walker, and with the circumstances what they were, the briefing was to-the-point, and well understood.
She got into bed just fine, and had a good night’s sleep.
In these few days since, the jolt that her back took has become plainer: it has been hurting more; but maybe, just maybe… today (four days since) it seems to be a bit better. She had already been lined up for a trip through the MRI, and hopefully that will reveal if any other damage has been done.
She has been using the wheeled walker as a wheelchair (something the manufacturers really caution against), because her back and knees have been hurting so greatly. Her ability to get around the house has been very much hampered.
We were going to roast a chicken for Sunday dinner; I had been looking forward to her doing cooking again – and she had, too. But this meal is now on indefinite hold, with the chicken now in the freezer.
Meanwhile, we have made arrangements to borrow a wheelchair to help her get around in the “upper” (two steps up) part of the house. That aid will be coming this evening, courtesy of a good friend.
Again, it becomes my gentle request: if you find yourself before our Creator and happen to remember her, your mention is most appreciated.