Adventure

I wish I had pictures to help tell this story. My sister has them on her phone.

Sunday morning I got a call from my sister. My Mom had fallen walking into church and was cut pretty badly. This is way less scary than the call my sister got. Her good friend Sharlon who is also in my Mom's ward called her and said roughly "You need to get here fast. I just found your Mom laying on the sidewalk". In all deference to Sharlon finding my Mom laying on the sidewalk was incredibly scary. Poor Christina though nearly had a heart attack before Sharlon said that my Mom was o.k.

When we got to my Mom's ward she was in a classroom waiting for the Sacrament. My cute almost 70 year old mother insisted that she could make it through church and when Sharlon and the Relief Society President said "Uh, No I don't think so" she insisted that she pay her tithing and take the sacrament before going to the emergency room.

Her right eye was red from all of the blood vessels that had burst when she hit the pavement. By the end of the day she also had a beautiful black eye. Her right pinkie and ring finger were crooked and she could not bend them and she had a deep gash in her pinkie finger that obviously needed stitches.

So after the sacrament Christina, my Mom and I all piled into my car and went to the emergency room. Four hours later her eye had been cleaned out, her cut stitched (The nurse showed us while cleaning. So deep we could see the bone.), and her two fingers popped back into their sockets. Because her fingers had been dislocated the hand surgeon put a brace on her up to her elbow and wrapped it to prevent them from dislocating again while they heal. She was quite a sight with her bruised, red eye and an arm wrapped up to her elbow. The nurse thought she needed a shirt that said " You should see the other guy".

So my poor Mom who just got back to normal after pacemaker surgery now does not have the use of her right hand. We help her as much as she will let us and she is learning new ways of showering and putting on a bra (You try it without the use of your strong hand).

Once again I am grateful that she is o.k..

In the emergency room we talked about my Dad and his "adventures". When I was a kid my Dad labeled anything hard or scary as an adventure. This was another Pettit family adventure that we successfully maneuvered. I am sure my Dad was smiling as we left. His girls are tough.