Jeri and Phil then headed off for coffee with
a friend. They then planned to go to Atria to have lunch with my
mother. Ned was coming here to be with Walt when a pest inspector came
to check the house. I opted out of the Atria visit.
But then Atria called. My mother had
fallen on the patio and they were sending her to the ER in Vacaville.
After lots of tries at all sorts of phone numbers, we managed to connect
with Jeri and Phil and plans changed. Jeri would go with me to
Vacaville to the ER, Walt would stay home to wait for Ned and the pest guy.
We got to the ER and, of course my mother
didn't know where she was or why she was there. Jeri, bless her, was
just so good with her grandmother.
There was no bad news about results of her
fall and she was free to go. They sold us a walker, which I didn't
think my mother would use, but she actually did.
(like mother; like daughter)
Poor Jeri had to both get her grandmother
into the car each time, but also get her mother into the car each
time, since I cannot lift my legs high enough to get into the car.
We decided to go to Fentons Creamery for
lunch and it was the perfect choice. The noise level was deafening,
but my mother ate all of her lunch and had more of a good visit with Jeri.
After lunch, we indulged in hot fudge
sundaes.
Then we went back to Atria, where we handed
my mother off to one of the attendants there and Jeri drove me to the Davis
Kaiser, where I was supposed to have my blood tested again. She has
been so wonderful about getting me into the car each time.
We finally got home, as the pest guy was
leaving. Ned and Jeri went back to Sacrament (where Phil was already)
and the Bostonians will be flying back home this evening.
Having Jeri and Phil here this weekend, and
Ned around to provide all sorts of help, made the weekend much easier.
Tomorrow, we are on our own again.
And tonight, my wonderful husband cooked
dinner for me.
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