It all, well, it all links
My sister was in a car accident on Saturday, and yesterday they declared her car — my parents old car — a total loss.
She called to talk about this while I had to get my mother up to PT, always a chore.
So today, I had to get my mother up and e-mail her some comparables for her car.
Since I did that, I pulled the urine towels on my mother’s chair and didn’t replace them.
We came back after shopping her, and I had to unload the car and make dinner after getting her in.
I saw the chair didn’t have a pee towel and said I’ll take care of it, pulling her back.
But she had already started moving and rolled off the chair.
Now, my mother fallen to the floor, even if the fall is low and doesn’t hurt anything is a big deal.
They had to call me to get her back up on Sunday morning.
I like to lift her onto a small stool. That starts the process.
She can’t control that, so she likes to go to the stairs.
So the rug she was on was not set for pulling, it was set for lifting, but I had to pull her anyway, all the way to the stairs.
A bad staple cut her new pants, and she fell back the first time, twisting her foot. She wasn’t tired enough to put her weight onto the rolling chair, so she kept it at arms length, keeping it unstable.
In the end, we used the stool technique, just after a bunch of messes. and with more wear and tear than doing it right where she fell.
I blamed myself; I was tired and hurried and sloppy with the reset of the chair.
My mother blamed herself; she is old and infirm and useless.
My father blamed himself; she saw the chair was unset and should have done it.
I kept cool and managed it well.
But boy, it’s hard in so many ways.
