Now...I'm going to preface this next part by saying 1.) I'm adopted. I was adopted by my paternal grandparents. I call them Mom and Dad. It's complicated. Growing up was complicated. 2.) They are elderly and not in fantastic health. They live 3 hours away from me. 3.) My mom will kill me for blogging this but I find blogging a little cathartic and I'm wound up right now.
So, she called and asked me to call her back. I debated about calling her back tonight or doing it tomorrow. I decided to go ahead and call. She starts by telling me that "My mother"~ we go back and forth on whose mother, hahaha...Anyway. I digress. My mother did what she does every holiday season. My immediate response "Shut your face. She did not." I almost immediately knew what she was talking about. My mother falls. Back to the poor health thing. She falls. Every year for the last several many years she has a really bad (I mean really bad) fall on Thanksgiving or shortly there after. Luckily to this point no broken bones. Just lots of head injuries. Today she fell on their front porch. The paramedics couldn't get the bleeding to stop so they took her to the closest big(ger) town about 30 minutes away. They did the appropriate tests and no internal injuries. My sister/aunt said she stopped counting stitches on her head at 20. Yuck. She's at home resting tonight. I'm sure she is going to be sore tomorrow.
Notice, my parents didn't call to tell me. They never do. I had just thought yesterday that she hadn't fallen and maybe we were going to scrape by this year.