She must have fallen about mid-day -- no memory of it; woke up on the floor with a bad bump on her noggin and three broken ribs. This time, she called my baby brother. (I think she's running the list in reverse alphabetical order: Roberta, M------, B-----).
Of course this was cause for another ambulance trip to St. Nearby, where my sibs and my Nurse-Practitioner niece and I visited. Current best guess is, too good a job at keeping her sodium intake down: nobody told her that there is a lower limit, too. Looks like she'll be be in the hospital until they're sure her chemistry is okay and that the bump on the head didn't do more than minor damage.
Wanna guess who's getting one of those "medical alert" help-summoning thingamabobs for a present?
4 months ago