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

[wiseheart.livejournal.com]

God, I certainly hope so! A colleague offered her hubby's help with the residues toilet thingy before Mum is released — those 15 or so centimetres will be helpful, once she is mobile again. Even if I 'll have to visit the loo in high heels in the foreseeable future, as my legs are much shorter.

[motodraconis.livejournal.com]

I know it is not easy, but try and rest if you can, so your batteries are charged for her return. Hopefully they should be ringing you with good news after the op, which will help. It's not going to be easy for her, but she is being cared for and watched by experts, the nurses at least.

[wiseheart.livejournal.com]

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