She took her walker outside to plant a potato (yeah, you read it right, heh) and to weed her flower beds. She said she fell foward and couldn’t get up. She yelled but nobody could hear her. Finally one of her neighbors heard her and went to get Louise but they couldn’t get the Old Lady into her house. They had to go get a young man to help get her in the house. (The young man who the Old Lady didn’t even know lived with the neighbor and looked like he was in his early 20’s and was clean cut and he said he was a physical therapist.)
They finally got her into her house and into her recliner. She said she was not hurt and had no pain anywhere. She also said Louise gave her a pain pill.
I know she should not be living alone and I know this blog makes my husband and I look like complete asses for allowing her to live alone. There is a lot more to it than I have written so far. I’m not sure why I’m writing about her in this blog. Maybe it is to explain myself. I have some guilt inside and maybe I’ll be able to purge it here. Or maybe not. It might make it worse. (which is has so far.)
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