Mom took a nasty little fall yesterday morning; she called me right before shower time. I asked if she'd called 911:
"Oh, I don't think they could get in; I locked more than just the lock they keep a key for."
"Call them anyway! They'll get in. I'll bring Tam and she'll guard the house if they have to break in."
Mom was kind of uncertain about that plan, though she did say she'd call.
I threw on clothes while giving Tam a quick update; we left in haste. Sure enough, Mom had locked both locks on one door and had the chain on the other as well as the deadbolt I have a key for.
Those chains? They're really more like a hint. One solid sole-of-foot kick from a worried middle-aged woman in average health and they pop right off.
Mom was in bed, having got there from the site of her fall. (!) She was in good spirits, alert and oriented but had not called 911; in fact, her VOIP phones, damn them, just go back to spitting out dial tone after the last "1" when you try. (WTH, AT&T? I thought you solved that?) Her cell phone was right next to her; I used that and the usual first response guys arrived in record time.
The bottom line: a couple of cracked bones in her lumbar spine and a damaged rib. She'll be in the hospital for awhile.
Whether you call it "prayer" or "thinking good thoughts," I'd be obliged if you spare a word for her. Does it work? Hey, it can't hurt.
T. R. MCELROY'S STREAMLINED TELEGRAPH KEYS
1 year ago