- Oct 20, 2022
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My Mum is 90 years old, frail and has poor balance. A constant worry to all of us but refuses a stanner lift or home help. She has had several severe falls in the past, including down the stairs and shattering her hip and breaking her nose in 2 places. So I get a call from my Sister in London about half an hour ago absolutely in a panic- she’s had a call from Carelink that my Mum’s alarm had gone off and they had not been able to contact her so were going to send someone round. My Sister’s now heading over to Mum’s with me on the phone, both of us terrified but I’m trying to keep my sister calm while she drives through heavy traffic.
She gets to Mum’s front door and sees the Carelink guy trying to access the house - neither of them can remember the code because now everyone is in full panic mode - me yelling down the phone “it’s *****!” So after several different ways of inputting the code, they get in. Then the phone goes dead. After a few deep breaths, I ring back. My Sister is about to head upstairs, no sign of Mum downstairs. Then she hears a faint shout … “I’m in the garden”.
She heads into the garden, and in the corner of the garden, in full sun, in her big stripy cotton pyjamas and wearing a large sun hat - is my Mum with her backside on the ground, legs in the air in collapsed sun chair. Smiling, largely unhurt, but completely stuck and unable to get up.
A sun chair that she had apparently just found dumped on the street near her house - (presumably because the fabric was rotting!) - and decided commandeer it for herself .
A happy an amusing ending to a day in the life of a 90 year old parent
Just another Manic Monday.
She gets to Mum’s front door and sees the Carelink guy trying to access the house - neither of them can remember the code because now everyone is in full panic mode - me yelling down the phone “it’s *****!” So after several different ways of inputting the code, they get in. Then the phone goes dead. After a few deep breaths, I ring back. My Sister is about to head upstairs, no sign of Mum downstairs. Then she hears a faint shout … “I’m in the garden”.
She heads into the garden, and in the corner of the garden, in full sun, in her big stripy cotton pyjamas and wearing a large sun hat - is my Mum with her backside on the ground, legs in the air in collapsed sun chair. Smiling, largely unhurt, but completely stuck and unable to get up.
A sun chair that she had apparently just found dumped on the street near her house - (presumably because the fabric was rotting!) - and decided commandeer it for herself .
A happy an amusing ending to a day in the life of a 90 year old parent
Just another Manic Monday.
