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7 June 2021

I had a call at 9 p.m. from Sandy at Eldervilla.  Seeing his name on my phone at that hour strikes fear and terror in my heart.  but he was calling to let me know that my mother had fallen while they were getting her into bed and that she had broken her leg.

He called Kaiser in Vacaville and they sent an ambulance to take her to the emergency room.  Knowing how much she hates doctors and how bad she is when I take her to the ER, I can't imagine how she must have been, in pain and surrounded by strangers.

The doctor called me around midnight to get my permission for them to do surgery, if necessary.  They were reluctant to operate on someone 101 years old but there were all sorts of problems that could happen if they just splinted the leg, the worst of which was that she'd never walk again ... but she doesn't walk anyway.  I gave them permission to do surgery and then waited for a call.

I don't know what time the call came but it was a nurse letting me know that they didn't have to do surgery and that they had splinted the leg and were taking her back to Eldervilla (they wanted my permission to take her, since there would be an ambulance cost).

It's probably a good thing she had to go to the ER because they found that she also has a bladder infection, so they have started her on meds for that.

I'm writing this on Sunday and I decided not go to and see her today because I realized that there needed to be some settling in and wanted to leave her and the Elderville folks to deal with it, but I will go to visit her on Monday and see how she is doing. 

The thing that keeps going through my mind is how often my mother told me that old people have some sort of accident or pneumonia and that was what started their actual dying.  I'm wondering if she will make it to 102...3 months from now.

Interestingly they sent me all of her test results and her CT scan shows definite signs of Alzheimers.  I say "interestingly" because to my knowledge nobody has ever ordered a CT scan and she has never been "officially" diagnosed with Alzheimers, though I have asked 3 different doctors to do testing.

Today I read the history of eyeglasses, which were first made in the 13th century. The "hands free" glasses didn't come about until the 1700s, which is when Ben Franklin invented bifocals.  This spoke to me:

For many centuries, glasses were handcrafted and expensive, and therefore not available to working class folk. However, the Industrial Revolution changed all that with the introduction of mass-produced frames and lenses. After that, glasses also became more stylish – especially after plastic was introduced as a frame material. In the 1980s, plastic lenses were introduced – these were more lightweight and less breakable than their glass predecessors.

I remembered when my father got glasses and they told him the lenses would be plastic.  He was furious.  He thought "plastic" meant "cheap" and he insisted that his lenses be made of glass.

So they did and then his prescription was so thick that the glasses were super heavy and gave him a headache.  He had to go back and ask them to remake the glasses in plastic.

That was typical of my father.



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