Another Saturday, another trip to the emergency room with Dad. He fell again. No broken bones, but a sore head and a black eye and some black and blue spots on his face.
I got a call from Jerry at 9:30am saturday saying that Sara (the weekend Nurse) was trying to get a hold of me. I was at the dog park and my cell phone was left on the night before and was low on battery, so I left it in the car charging. Sara said that Dad had a black eye and did I know what happend. I told her when I left last night he was fine and in good shape. I got back to the house and his face and eye was swollen and I called his doctor. She said she wanted him to be seen at the ER to make sure nothing was broken.
Bola, the night nurse finally called Liz and told her that Dad was sleeping at the edge of the bed and she wanted to move back. He said No and she made him. He was fighting her and he somehow fell. I thing that he hit his head on the bed rail but we really aren't sure.
Before BLiz called Liz, I asked Mom some yes or no questions. She told me that yes, dad did fall, the night nurse did know about it and wasn't sure what he was doing when he fell.
At first, his right eye was just about swollen shut, but that has gotten back to a more normal look. After we got Dad back from the hospital, I took a mirror and showed him his black eye and his response "Not too bad, I've had worse."
Oh, and that nurse, Bola, is no longer with us. Accidents happen, but there is not any excuse for not telling us about the fall. Luckily, he didn't have anything broken, but it could have been worse. He is having a bit of a headache with the fall.
Y'all have a good week.