So back in late November my aunt came out from Mexico, she tagged along with my mom and she spent a good two weeks here. We had lots of fun going all over the damn place. We walked around downtown Chicago, went to the ChristKindleMarket, checked out the Art Institute of Chicago and shopped till we dropped. She even went with me to see Jose.
About a week into the fun fest tragedy struck. It was a Sunday night, I remember it so clearly...we were all at moms house. Just after 7pm, and I know this because Once Upon a Time had just started and Ester and I were in the living room watching. Chris and my aunt had gone to the back yard when we heard it. The thump, thump, thump that sounded far but close along with some yelling. Ester and I shot up and ran to the back of the house to the kitchen where we ran into Cairo who was running into the house. He said "She fell, she hit herself!" So I ran out the back door and there she was on the ground, it was mom. I jumped down the stairs and called for Chris. She couldn't get up and the ambulance was on it's way. She had fallen from the top stair down 7 steps to the cement at the bottom. She managed to flip in the process, hitting her back on the stairs and landing face forward on the cement. Of course the only one to witness this was Cairo.
After being at the E.R. all night, several doctor appointments, x-rays, CT scans and the such, the prognosis was a broken heal bone. Thank God the woman likes to eat cheese and yogurt! My biggest concern was she'd have a broken back or hip. Considering she's in her 60's and took quite a fall she came out of it with one broken bone. I've seen others her age with broken ankles from just stepping the wrong way and twisting their foot. She was on a cast for a month and just now she's starting to put pressure on her foot.
Thankfully my aunt was around when it first happened. She helped take care of mom. After she left my sister-in-law and I juggled helping her out. My dad finally stepped in after he got annoyed having us over all the time. Now that she's started taking baby steps, I've warned her. She's not allowed to attempt flying any more. She said she will leave that for the birds.
About a week into the fun fest tragedy struck. It was a Sunday night, I remember it so clearly...we were all at moms house. Just after 7pm, and I know this because Once Upon a Time had just started and Ester and I were in the living room watching. Chris and my aunt had gone to the back yard when we heard it. The thump, thump, thump that sounded far but close along with some yelling. Ester and I shot up and ran to the back of the house to the kitchen where we ran into Cairo who was running into the house. He said "She fell, she hit herself!" So I ran out the back door and there she was on the ground, it was mom. I jumped down the stairs and called for Chris. She couldn't get up and the ambulance was on it's way. She had fallen from the top stair down 7 steps to the cement at the bottom. She managed to flip in the process, hitting her back on the stairs and landing face forward on the cement. Of course the only one to witness this was Cairo.
After being at the E.R. all night, several doctor appointments, x-rays, CT scans and the such, the prognosis was a broken heal bone. Thank God the woman likes to eat cheese and yogurt! My biggest concern was she'd have a broken back or hip. Considering she's in her 60's and took quite a fall she came out of it with one broken bone. I've seen others her age with broken ankles from just stepping the wrong way and twisting their foot. She was on a cast for a month and just now she's starting to put pressure on her foot.
Thankfully my aunt was around when it first happened. She helped take care of mom. After she left my sister-in-law and I juggled helping her out. My dad finally stepped in after he got annoyed having us over all the time. Now that she's started taking baby steps, I've warned her. She's not allowed to attempt flying any more. She said she will leave that for the birds.
