
On Wednesday morning, she tripped on the crutches, fell backward, stuck her hand out to break her fall, and broke her left wrist instead!
I spent the rest of the week in Bryan taking care of my dad while mama was in the hospital awaiting surgery. She was finally discharged at 2 P.M.
Sitting bedside with a loved one in a hospital setting again proved to be much more stressful for me than I could have guessed. Completely different circumstances, of course, from the months I sat by Sheri, but that old terrible feeling of utter uselessness came back to haunt me leaving me anxious and depressed in turns. I was very glad to get back to Austin this evening.