So my mother fell down a flight of stairs, broke both her thumbs, a wrist, and smacked her head on a chair lift. If only she had been in the chair lift, instead, I was thinking.
But she did not tell me.
She called her sister the day of.
She called my brother the day after, and left me a lot of dead air messages in an hour´s span that evening.
I tried to reach her all day today, because on one of those dead air messages I heard her friend talking to her about being her being hospitalized. She never answered.
After I got home from work she had her friend call me to tell me what had happened and to request that I call her later.
A half hour later she called me. I went over her emergency procedures with her, which were lacking, as they always are. Mine are no better, really. But she got mad at me for asking her why she didn´t let me know right away. She didn´t want to give me any local contact, but she finally gave up a phone number.
When your parent chooses to age away from you this is the sort of thing that makes you feel helpless.
The kids and I are going to send her some mail this week.