I am usually in bed by 9:30 at the latest, asleep by 10. For some reason I was still up at 11 last night, and thus was available to answer my phone (silent but I could see them calling) at 10:49. My mom had fallen, and was being taken to the hospital. I live about 2 blocks from the hospital, so I hopped in the car and darted over. I found her in the emergency room — head wound from hitting the nightstand, so LOTS of blood, but it had already stopped by the time I got there. We waited (at a normally VERY prompt hospital; I guess lots of sad things happened last night) untli 2:30 when I begged to be let go to take her home. She was … well, fine overstates it, but ‘normal.’ I would say. Jumpy legs so unable to sleep, but very tired, and very glad I was there. We sang Randy Travis together for an hour, but then that was too long … so we just sat in silence.

They insisted on a CT scan before releasing us (the doctor remembered us from our last fall there two years ago, somehow) — which found, just around 3 a.m., that she was fine and there was no internal bleeding. I brought her home, talking the whole way, and then took the nightstand, which did have a sharp corner and was right next to her bed, home.

Tiring, but glad I was awake to be there with her.