The fall...

So, yesterday Granny fell...and fell hard! You know that sound that you keep hearing over and over again after you have had a car accident? Yeah . . .

I was cooking stuff to go in the crock pot for lasagna when Granny decided that she was going to quit reading the paper and had to go and "refurbish the yard after the renters had a hold of it." She went to the front door and couldn't figure out how to get the screen door unlocked (she had locked it at some point during the morning), so she just decided she would go out the back door. I met her in the hallway, unlocked the front door, and was walking back to stir the turkey on the stove when I heard it.

The most horrific noise that keeps echoing over and over again in my head. I gasped and ran to the door to find Granny laying sideways on the bottom landing of the concrete steps out back. It was horrible. I rushed out to see if she was stable, ran back in to call Mom, and ran back out to help her up. She was obviously stunned and took a minute to sit up. She wanted her shoe after she quit holding her head. I had no idea what to do. She didn't look bad enough to call 911, but she was hurt and I didn't know where or how bad. I still don't know how it happened.

She was laying on her left side, but all her injuries are on her right side: right elbow (nice, deep skinned places), right hip (HUGE bruise and one smaller one), right shoulder (skinned place and bruise), and her head. Yup, her head. There is a GIANT knot up there that she swears is just part of her head, despite the fact that it is red and bruised. She lost her right shoe, almost lost her right panty hose sock thing, and her glasses were out in the yard. We think she's ok, but concussion watch was a tad stressful yesterday. I'm soooo glad she's ok, but I had a really hard day at work worrying about her! I felt like a mother who had just left her baby for the first time!

And somewhere in the chaos, I think I broke my toe.

She got upset that Mom (who rushed home from work) and I kept calling people (mainly Aunt Pat) and telling them, but today, she doesn't have a clue in the world why she is so sore and banged up. I so wish I could tap into that forgetfulness! I would give just about anything to be able to forget that sound.