We're down in Atlanta to visit Marc's mom before he starts his new job (because we usually visit for her birthday in January, but he doesn't get to take vacation for six months after he starts the new job). We got in late last night (yesterday being his last day at the old job), so this is our first full day here.
This afternoon, things took a bad turn. As we finished lunch, Marc's mom got her foot caught in her chair and fell to the floor. Long story short, she fractured her femur, just below the head (where it fits into the hip). So she's having surgery tomorrow to have screws put into it. This kind of excitement no one needs!
It's a little after 11pm, and my beloved, his sister and I are at the hospital, keeping her company and harassing the staff. They're actually pretty attentive here, but a little harassment at the right moments can be helpful. :-)
Marc's mom was in a lot of pain earlier, so they gave her morphine. That made her nauseous, so then they gave her anti-nausea meds and that knocked her out.
She woke up a little while ago. So what did this thin little lady really want to eat? A chocolate shake. So Marc and I went to Steak & Shake and got her one of their fabulous shakes. Fortunately, they're open 24 hours a day.
Now she's telling us we all need to go home and sleep. We, on the other hand, plan to take turns staying here with her. She's pretty thoroughly incapacitated, so we don't want her to be alone.
I'd be more bummed about this, but there's a "glass half full" side of this. If she'd been alone when this happened, she could have been lying there for hours. The outcome could have been far worse! So it's good we were there.
Now I just hope the surgery goes smoothly tomorrow. Your good thoughts and prayers would be appreciated!