...not like I was wishing for it, though. My sister, Lynn, who lives in a second floor apartment, has taken a tumble down the stairs. No, not her own stairs, but those at the house in Sheboygan where she takes care of her grands. She said she didn't count the steps as she came back down because Manny and Gabe were behind her and they were talking with her. She had bags of clothes in each hand, no hand on the rail. Oops! Fortunately, she landed on the bag on one side and didn't hit her head. Unfortunately, she did injure her ankle. I have been dreading this for years, fearful of her especially, but all my sisters and Linda who have stairs to deal with. I just hate this!!!
Gabe wanted to get her up right away but Lynn asked to just lie there a bit to access the situation first. I'm not sure how she did get up but she made it to the sofa with a gimpy ankle. Angelo came out of his room and Lynn said to him, "Grandma fell down the steps, Angelo..." He looked at her all sad like, then went to his room. Out he came with a blanket which he sniffed and said, "This doesn't smell too bad..." and covered her up. Then he went back and came out with a stuffed animal for her to hold. I know, I cried, too, when she told me this.
As she drove home, she wondered if she should see a doctor for her ankle, and decided to go to the "hop" in clinic. It was from there that Jill had to go collect her, crutches and all, as she had a broken ankle. I don't know how in the world she'd have gotten up her stairs so I am glad she decided to stop at the clinic. Mom said Lynn could stay with her so that's where are at present.
Jill will have two people to watch over now, though Kerry is there today. Kerry likes to cook and can hopefully make some meals ahead. Lynn is having quite a time figuring out the crutches. I know I would be in a fix if it was me. One of my friends who had a foot injury a while back used a kneeling walker that allowed her to get around all over, even down to the pool! I wonder if I could get one of those for Lynn to use instead of the crutches.
When I talked to Mom about her 'sick girlie' (what my Grandma Sickles used to call us when we showed up sick at her house), Mom asked, "Well, when are you coming?" Oh, boy, that's just what they need, another body in that apartment! I offered to send food (Amazon), help find medical equipment, get meals arranged (I do have a long reach, you know!) but those offers were declined. Mom said they'll manage and I am dying to know how, but, oh well, I offered!
Lynn does have a daughter who lives in town and I do hope that she is helpful to the ladies. Lynn is the one who normally handles the driving and taking of Mom, since she is retired. Jill is still working, running the ice cream parlor, so has less available time. Lynn has to see the ortho doctor next week and find out what needs to be done, if anything, other than the boot she is already sporting. Glad Mom has a fleet of walkers at her disposal!
