It was a tough day yesterday. We got a text from Toby's sisters at 5:30 AM saying that their mom had fallen and had been taken to the emergency room. She had a broken nose and said her neck hurt. The next text came a few hours later saying that her neck was broken in two places. With her age and osteoporosis, chances were that it would not heal on its own. The doctor decided to do surgery on her and fuse (screw together) vertebrae ASAP. We scurried over to WF arriving about 12:30. We were able to go into the pre-op area and visit with her. She looked pretty bad with a neck brace on, her face was swollen - black and blue. Both eyes were blackened. Her nose was off to one side, and she had a couple of cuts on her forehead with a huge knot and bruising. She was in a lot of pain, but she was able to smile and talk to us and answer the ten jillion questions that each nurse asked her. At 3:00 she was taken into surgery. It was close to 7:00 when they came to say she was in recovery. The doc said she had done well. That it was a very tricky operation with the nerves and artery that go through those vertebrae and trying to put screws into her osteoporosis bones. He had managed, and she had done well. We had to wait another hour or so for her to come out of recovery and be moved to ICU. About 8 PM we were able to see her again. She looked much better. The neck brace was off (for now). Her nose seemed better. We teased her that she looked very punk-ish with her purple eyes and orange (iodine) hair. She laughed and chatted with us. What a trooper!
We left the hospital around 9 PM and headed home. I don't know what the next days will hold for her. I don't know how the neck fusion will be on her mobility. Today I may head back to WF to do hospital duty and sit with her. Hopefully we will find out what comes next.
In the middle of all the worry about Toby's mom, my mom called me. Although I told her about my MIL's fall, Mom does not have the mental ability to think rationally. In the ten minutes we were on the phone, she forgot about the fall and surgery and instead got angry with me over some crazy issue. It was so not-my-mom. And the worry over her and my MIL made it especially difficult. Maybe I can deal with her today. Maybe not.