Broken Shoulder! Chapter 1

I just read the first entry from March 29th.  Little did I know what would happen two days later!

I was looking at some plantings with Harry on the back patio and I had turned to go back inside. Walking and talking did me in. I stubbed my foot on a brick, tried desperately to catch myself, but found myself falling (it seemed like slow motion) face first down, down, down. Landed with the largest blow to my right shoulder with my right knee taking some of the pressure... I knew immediately that I had broken my arm - big time!

So, there I was. Moaning on the ground, holding my right arm, directing the girls to call 911 and to inform Mom before she saw me on the ground and worried.

Did I say worried? When Mom comprehended where I was, she started screaming! Yes, screaming! She completely lost any control she should have had. She was screaming, "My baby! My baby! I need to get to my baby. I want my arms around my baby!" Over and over and over. She was moving her wheel chair to the back door to see me, continuing to scream.  The girls had a real chore keeping her in her chair.  Did I mention she is wheel chair bound. She would not have been able to take one step toward me much less out and down from the back door and over to me.

The fire department arrived first. The firemen had to pass Mom to get to me, but were afraid she was going to stroke out or have a heart attack. I was the one hurt, but she was winding herself up! She would not listen to anyone. The EMS team had to divide themselves between me and her. If I twisted my neck and head, I could see her at the back door, and I was yelling "Mom! Mom! Look! I'm OK! Stop Screaming! Listen! I'm OK! Stop screaming!"  Instead of  being able to concentrate on my own needs, I was having to worry about her ending up stroking out!

When I was finally put on the gurney and they were trying to get me through the house, Mom was making their job harder by trying to stop the thing so she could "put her arms around her baby". I finally had to tell them to get me out of there. I needed to be in the hospital! My mother's concern did not offend me. No, in a way, it made me feel good to know she was so concerned, but in another way, it frustrated me to see her so out of control when I needed her to be in control. I was leaving the house without knowing if she would be alright... what a dilemma!