Slipped and fell on her way into work and broke her shoulder. She also
hit
her head above her eye and cut it open. It is now bruised and almost
swelled shut. Does she call me for help? No. She takes a taxi to the
hospital and sits for three hours waiting for an x-ray all by herself. If
her arm wasn't broken I would have shaken her. The emerg doc tells her
it's
broken but the orthopedic surgeon can't pin it back together until
tomorrow
morning so he sends her home with pain meds and her shoulder and arm in a
pretty neat looking harness to keep the arm still and close to the body.
The swelling and bruising is monstrous and she still has surgery to look
forward to. I told her I did not want to upset her or chastise her but
she
HAS to call me when these things happen. I didn't find any of this out
until she got home from the hospital and then she called me to tell me
what
happened. I went right over there and spent the day with her. I told her
that I know aging is difficult and that she wants to be treated like an
independent adult but she has to rely on her children when she ends up in
a
situation like this. I also said not to give me the "I didn't want to
worry
you" speech she usually gives me because it worries me A LOT more that she
spent three hours at the hospital alone. After I told her I love her to
death and want to be there for her, the same way she wanted to be there
for
me when I was rushed to the hospital with a gall bladder attack a couple
years ago, she promised that from now on she would call me the minute she
needs me. I am so afraid for her. A little frustrated too. I know how
badly she wants to fight aging, but how can I get her to accept that this
is
the natural order of things and you have to start accepting your
limitations. My poor mom. This next new stage in life is not going to be
an easy one.

--
Rhi

Slipped and fell on her way into work and broke her shoulder. She also hit
her head above her eye and cut it open. It is now bruised and almost
swelled shut. Does she call me for help? No. She takes a taxi to the
hospital and sits for three hours waiting for an x-ray all by herself. If
her arm wasn't broken I would have shaken her. The emerg doc tells her it's
broken but the orthopedic surgeon can't pin it back together until tomorrow
morning so he sends her home with pain meds and her shoulder and arm in a
pretty neat looking harness to keep the arm still and close to the body.
The swelling and bruising is monstrous and she still has surgery to look
forward to. I told her I did not want to upset her or chastise her but she
HAS to call me when these things happen. I didn't find any of this out
until she got home from the hospital and then she called me to tell me what
happened. I went right over there and spent the day with her. I told her
that I know aging is difficult and that she wants to be treated like an
independent adult but she has to rely on her children when she ends up in a
situation like this. I also said not to give me the "I didn't want to worry
you" speech she usually gives me because it worries me A LOT more that she
spent three hours at the hospital alone. After I told her I love her to
death and want to be there for her, the same way she wanted to be there for
me when I was rushed to the hospital with a gall bladder attack a couple
years ago, she promised that from now on she would call me the minute she
needs me. I am so afraid for her. A little frustrated too. I know how
badly she wants to fight aging, but how can I get her to accept that this is
the natural order of things and you have to start accepting your
limitations. My poor mom. This next new stage in life is not going to be
an easy one.