Yesterday, my mother-in-law, Juta, moved into our house. Tom and I and some friends rented a truck and moved most of her stuff from her apartment to here. She is 90 years old, and has been having trouble taking care of herself. Her room is all set up, save for pictures on the wall. Her personal care items are in the bathroom. Mickey, her cat, is hiding in the basement. We thought all was well.
It turns out that the fall she took in her apartment yesterday morning was worse than we all thought. She tripped on something while shuffling to the bathroom, but said she was ok, so we thought nothing of it. Until later in the day when her pain was so great she couldn't get out of her chair, we decided to take her to the ER--she could have broken a bone or something. But, Tom couldn't get her up, so we called the paramedics. There were flashing lights and sirens and everything. The neighbors were very interested. The EMTs were very nice, and took her to the hospital right away. She's still there, and will be for several more days until she is able to get up and move around on her own.
Then she finally be able to come...home!
This is Juta on her 90th birthday this last February. A pretty typical look for her. She's a character...