8:00 AM phone call, after a series of complete ball drops:
“…your mother can’t get up. Says it hurts to try to walk. I think she fell because there’s a scrape on her back. Can you come?”
Of course, in spite of the crappy evening of pretend sleep, so similar to the last week of nights, we both get up, shower and make our way over to the ‘rent’s new apartment. The apartment my father pleaded for the entire time he and mom were in assisted living; his “prison”.
Park, run upstairs, ignore father, mom’s in bed:
“Hey mom! How are you? How do you feel?”
“Ok.”
“Wanna get up? Can you go for a walk?”
“Ok. (attempt to help her up) Ow, it hurts.”
“Where?”
Pointing to left hip,”Here.”
“Dad, what happened?” Stupid look then, “I don’t know.”
Ever so thankful for kind nurses and large husbands, C get’s her up and into the wheelchair borrowed from the front office. Down the elevator, into the 4-door car, return the chair, off to the ER.
6.7 minute car ride later, arrive at hospital: pull up front, new wheelchair, check her in, sit down…and wait.
As any of you who’ve been to the ER know, keeping track of time in there is rather pointless. Suffice it to say, C left to buy groceries from the rent’s apartment and, at least 70 minutes later, mom’s name was finally called.
Into a room, then forms, questions, tests, pokes, prods, x-rays. Diagnosis? Broken hip.
Nice staff, though.
In this economy, it is more important than ever for me to take charge of my financial future. That’s why I urge you to support legislation to make sure my credit score is included free-of-charge in my annual credit report. I deserve to see the same scores lenders will use to decide whether I get credit, and for how much.










