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

[akane42me.livejournal.com]

When my father had to live in a nursing home my brother got Dad a cell phone, but Dad was never able to manage using it. The buttons were too small! And it was completely new technology to him, so even answering our calls was quite hard for him. I'm glad she can take calls! It's got to be a great comfort to talk to family and friends. Wishing both of you all the best, so you can have your dear Mum home soon.