This post could also be titled, "The Importance of Being Flexible". As I toddled about on Saturday, doing my usual chores as well as a stop at the vet for Scrappy's booster vaccine shot and to pick up a sandwich tray for my favorite guys at my mechanic's, I was unaware that there was drama unfolding at my parents' house. This was because my dad is now not able to function well in emergencies and was unable to call me. As I sat in the Midas waiting room having them look at my front tires, and having a delightful chat with my DS Melanie who I hadn't seen in ages, I wasn't in any rush. When Scrappy and I walked up the path to their back door, my dad met us and informed me that Mom 'had fallen' and wouldn't let him call an ambulance. I sprinted the rest of the way.
Long story short, she had tripped over a 3 gal. water jug on the kitchen floor, and went down squarely on her face. And there she lay for over an hour, waiting for me to arrive. Seeing as my mother is at least as stubborn as I am - if not more, as she is, after all, the source of the stubborn gene - no ambulance was called and we managed to get her down into the car with Dad. And Scrappy. They are very lucky to be so close to a very good hospital with an excellent emergency room staff. She got right in and CAT scans were ordered. Miraculously, nothing was broken, but she now sported two shiners and her sighted eye was swollen shut, rendering her blind.
They wouldn't release her unless someone (other than Dad) was with her 24 hours, so I promised and we went back to their place. I got them settled, then raced home, did chores and threw the other two dogs in the car. My DS from New Hampshire came over on Sunday and will be staying until Wednesday, when my youngest sister from NYC will be coming up. Every time there is an emergency, I am reminded that my mother and father had planned on having five boys. They quit after three girls. I feel quite smug that the Universe knew better....
It's important, when you have elderly parents, to have a plan. Our plan was pretty loosey-goosey, as we have never sat down, all three of us (with or without parents) to discuss what-ifs. It is also a testimony to the strength and love of our small family that we can spring into action without a thought - and that we love our parents mightily - and we love each other just as much. I am so happy to have my sisters and parents in my life. I am a mightily lucky duck.
P.S. I am also mightily lucky to have my three great dogs - who not only were real troopers, but entertained and calmed the three of us, Mom, Dad and me.
P.P.S. The moral of this post, if there is one, is to have a plan!