False Alarm

I decided to go in to work today for a few hours because with going away for 2 weeks, I need to do a bit of catching up before I leave.

Before I left, I was out taking Willow for her morning leg stretch, there was a phone call from the agency that provides Mom’s homecare workers. They simply said that an ambulance had been called for Mom and they were taking her to the hospital but no details other than that.

On that basis that I might have to leave for Toronto earlier than I expected, I headed into the office and waited a bit until I called the hospital. All they would say was that she hadn’t been seen by a doctor yet so to call back later. When I bought a long-distance calling card about 2 months ago, I certainly didn’t expect to get this much use out of it.

I called to Mom’s friends, Eleanor, to let her know that Mom was at the hospital because she is one who checks up on her regularly and was one of the ones who found her back in early June.

I called the hospital again and the nurse I talked to said that they had run some tests but would be releasing Mom home shortly. She wouldn’t tell me why Mom was there but said there was nothing serious.

A short while later, James called to say that Mom had called the house and for me to call her back. I did and she wanted to know who had called me because she hadn’t given permission to anyone to call me. I said that the agency knows I am her nearest next of kin so if she was taken to hospital, it made sense that they would call me. She was still quite perturbed that I had been called.

Her story is that she was feeling wobbly when she got up so she lay down on the couch in the den. When the phone rang when her homecare worker arrived, she got up to answer the call and she tripped and fell, hitting the sewing machine desk drawers. She says she went to the hospital by taxi, not by ambulance so I don’t know what to believe. I will have to talk to the agency on Monday and find out what really happened. Mom says she got a cut on her shoulder and is badly bruised – I guess I will find out how badly bruised next week when I arrive.

Ellie said she was talking to her mother about my Mom and looking for suggestions on how to get buy-in from Mom about moving. Ellie’s mom took the problem to her ladies’ group and one of the ladies suggested I get one of Mom’s friends to come with us when we go looking. When I was talking to Eleanor, I asked if she was willing to come and she said she would.

This next week should be interesting.