March 25, 2013
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Panic!
Ilah (Nancy’s mom) fell last night. Watching TV in the living room, I heard an odd little cry of distress and I bolted out of my chair (‘bolting out of my chair’ now takes me about five minutes), dashed into her room and found her lying on the floor. Annie dashed in to lick her head because it’s not all that often that Ilah is at floor level to be licked and because she hit her head on a drawer pull on the way down and laid open a gash that bled fairly prefusely.
Cheryl, she has blood on her head–here, I’ll lick it.
Riley said, Oh, God, the humans are hysterical and he moved his nap to the Conservatory and out of our line of action.
Not Annie. She was in the middle of everything, wriggling.
Panic! Panic! Annie yelled as she ran through the house just in front of me. I was going to get the steam cleaner to steam the blood out of the carpet, but I had to move the wheel chair in the laundry room to get to it and as I hauled it out of the way I happened to think, That might come in handy… So I wheeled the wheel chair back to Ilah’s bedroom while Annie ran along ahead of me I think you should call a helicopter, Cheryl, it could land on the roof and the helicopter guys could rapel down the walls and crawl in the window… We have to get this woman to a doctor, she’s way too old to start sprouting holes in her head…
Nancy took her to the haspital where the doctors examined her, took a CAT scan (or something like that) and eventually tunked four staples in her head. They were gone about two hours. All this time Annie was running around the house, they’re gone, Cheryl, they left without us, it’s almost time to go to bed and two-thirds of our household is missing–I think The Thing in the Back Yard got them, hey, Cheryl–do you have a gun?
While Nancy and I were trying to transfer Ilah from the wheel chair into the car Annie ran around the car twice and finally jumped into the back seat. I’m fairly sure I’m supposed to go with you…
We are going to have to practice emergency proceedures with our dog.
Ilah is fine. She’s wearing a stocking cap today because her wound broke open and bloodied her pillow in the night. She feels fine. I need to go feed her lunch now.
Annie is exhausted.
Comments (2)
Ok, until I read the comment that Nancy was attending to Ilah, I had concern that your first thought was for the steam cleaner to get the blood out of the carpet.
@michigay - Cheryl doesn’t do open wounds. As I told Nancy this morning, if I’d be home alone with Ilah when it happened, I would have called 9-1-1. I’m just a hair calmer than Annie in an emergency.