Poor Grandma Grimshaw!

We had quite a wild time with Mom last night. Kathy had grandchildren in town and we all met at the Adventure Zone to "play" together. We walked out to the Go-Kart track to see the three little people taking rides on those exciting cars, when Mom fell into the track--she didn't see the step down and was without her cane, trying to turn her camera on. Immediately she was lying on the concrete in a growing pool of blood.

We called the paramedics, got paper towels to apply pressure on the cut lip, and eventually waded through her disorientation to a sitting position with two adults holding her up. Jen got the little ones inside and we waited. I shoved my YW responsibilities off on a counselor (yes, it was a Mutual Night!) and drove to the hospital 20 miles away, beating the ambulance there.

We had a very nice doctor and wonderful nursing care, but darn--Emergency Rooms are just not speedy places to visit. FOUR HOURS later, we drove away, with stitches in the lip, and x-rays and CT scan which revealed no broken bones other than a probable broken rib among the shadows of previous broken ribs.

This morning this is what Grandma Grimshaw looks like:
I think she should be in the running for the heavyweight prizefighter, don't you? She is at home, using a walker (which is not ideal, since there are many changes from hardwood to rugs to carpets and back again). She is able to drink through a straw: hot chocolate, cream of wheat, tomato soup, etc. She is in pretty good spirits considering.

BUT--I don't think she will be running any races very soon. Her left knee is about the size of a cantaloupe. She slept last night without her C-PAP machine, but will probably try it tonight, since she will heal much more quickly with better sleep.

Our prayers are with her. So are yours, I hope!