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My mother was attacked yesterday, not five meters from our front door. Someone tried to mug her (is that the correct word?) to take her handbag. She held on to the dratted bag, so the guy tossed her and she fell. Fortunately, two young men from the house arrived at that moment, and the guy fled.
Mom had a dislocated shoulder, a head wound that needed stitches and several smaller injuries. Not a nice thing for a 73-year-old with osteoporose (sp?) We spent a lovely 8 hours in hospital, where they stitched her head wound, relocated her shoulder (an extemely painful procedure, during which an already battered bone broke) and wanted to operate on her.
The doctor - an honest man - told us that the operation wouldn't improve her motoric skills in the affected shoulder *at all*. And that the broken piece would disintegrate after some time, without bothering her any more than the aftereffects of such a complicated operation would. So Mom decided against it and she refused to stay in hospital.
Now we are both at home - my boss offered me to go on sick leave with Mom, since we're having spring break in a week anyway - and she's taking it with astonishing courage. She still is in a lot of pain, and her right hand (unfortunately, her dominant one) is fastened to her torso, which hinders her in going on with her daily life a great deal, but she's coping admirably.
When I went to the grocer's, I could still see the big pool of dried blood where she was attacked. It was a frightening sight. I'm not a violent person, as a rule, but I could disembowel this guy with my own two hands. Alive. So that he'd feel some of the pain.
Mom had a dislocated shoulder, a head wound that needed stitches and several smaller injuries. Not a nice thing for a 73-year-old with osteoporose (sp?) We spent a lovely 8 hours in hospital, where they stitched her head wound, relocated her shoulder (an extemely painful procedure, during which an already battered bone broke) and wanted to operate on her.
The doctor - an honest man - told us that the operation wouldn't improve her motoric skills in the affected shoulder *at all*. And that the broken piece would disintegrate after some time, without bothering her any more than the aftereffects of such a complicated operation would. So Mom decided against it and she refused to stay in hospital.
Now we are both at home - my boss offered me to go on sick leave with Mom, since we're having spring break in a week anyway - and she's taking it with astonishing courage. She still is in a lot of pain, and her right hand (unfortunately, her dominant one) is fastened to her torso, which hinders her in going on with her daily life a great deal, but she's coping admirably.
When I went to the grocer's, I could still see the big pool of dried blood where she was attacked. It was a frightening sight. I'm not a violent person, as a rule, but I could disembowel this guy with my own two hands. Alive. So that he'd feel some of the pain.
