A Broken Hip

While I was at work last night, my 87-year-old mother fell in the bathroom and broke her hip. My sister got her back to her couch, where she lay in pain for the remainder of the night until I came home. After studying her closely for a bit (she's a hypochondriac who fakes Fred Sanford-style death scenes monthly) I realized that she was in actual pain, and called her doctor, who advised me to call an ambulance to take her to the hospital.

I'm back now about 7 hours later. The doctors found a small fracture, and surgery will have to be scheduled. I don't know if this is the beginning of the end for her, she has no chronic illnesses, although she is feeble and mostly bedridden. She has a profound fear of dying, enough to require maximum dosage tranquilizers to keep her rational.

So - - Blogging might be light for a while. Kind thoughts appreciated.

Update: Surgery completed, doctor says all went well. I'll visit later this morning, take my mother some belongings that she'll need. Thanks for the kind thoughts.