Around dinner, I got the call. I've gotten it before. My mom had fallen my dad tells me. The paramedics thought she had a break. Dad didn't agree, but he let them take her. Or maybe she asked to be taken, it wasn't clear.
I told Dad I would be on my way to the hospital. I would see him there. Nope, he wasn't going. It was going to be dark soon, he didn't want to drive. I went back and forth briefly about why he hadn't ridden with the paramedics, but he wasn't budging.
So off I went, my mom is 88, she has dementia; it didn't seem wise to leave her in the emergency room alone.
Once there, she was happy to see me, the nurse was puzzled because she'd refused pain meds. She had been a nurse herself and in my estimation had a high pain threshold. If she said she wasn't in pain, we'd accept that. But she did have a break and she'd need surgery to put it right.
I waited until she got in a room and I'd seen the night nurses. Called dad on the way home. He seemed puzzled by it all. I told him I'd pick up the next day.
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