Bad news

[wiseheart]

And I mean REALLY bad news. Mum's taken a fall in the living room and dislocated her hip. After an hour spent in romantic discomfort on the floor the ambulance finally arrived and took her to the hospital. I wasn't allowed to go with her because of the f*cking plague. Nor will I be able to visit her. I wanted her to take my mobile phone but she panicked that she won't be able to deal with it, so no contact whatsoever.

I am really scared. I am scared shitless. I'm scared that they'll ruin her hip, just as the incompetent butchers in the other hospital ruined her shoulder twenty or so years ago. I'm scared that after a year of voluntary isolation she might get the cursed virus, after all. She's 89, for f*ck!s sake!

Somebody hand me a bucket, please, I feel the sheer irresistible urge to bawl...

Update: it turns out that the leg is broken, after all. Mum is now waiting for surgery.

Comments

[motodraconis.livejournal.com]

This is scary, and not being able to contact her makes it worse.

I've a chum who is a nurse in the NHS. The NHS is overwhelmed, but... they are really strict about segregating covid from the rest of the hospital. Also, Maman goes to hospital every 3 weeks for her cancer treatment and again, they are super strict and she's never had any issues. For the sake of their own people, they will be strict on that. Can't help about the hip worry, but maybe it'll help you a tiny bit regarding covid worry.

[wiseheart.livejournal.com]

Thank you, it does.