Today was errand day. We started out at the post office. While we waited in line, I had Gpa read the words on the posted signs.
When he got to one million served each day, he said, “I don’t believe it.” Then he said, “we are a part of the number.”
I told him that it is one million visit post offices across the country, not visit this store.
As I was buying the stamp, the walker folded up and dumped Gpa on the ground. All the people in line told me to call an ambulance. I looked in his eyes and said he’s OK. A couple of ladies were upset and saying all the bad things that could happen with a head injury. I said I’d take him to be checked out, I can get him to a hospital before an ambulance came.
I am glad there was concern, but I didn’t really need everyone giving me their opinion. I don’t deal well with mob mentality. Really are you gonna make us hang out at the post office until an ambulance comes?
Well, at the hospital, we waited 3 hours before we went home. I didn’t see any reason to stay. He didn’t have any symptoms (no dizziness, no nausea, no eyes dilated or different sizes, knew his name and how many fingers I was holding up, not double) and no telling how long before he’d be seen. AND what germs was I exposing him to?
Before we left however, I got to talking to a lady waiting with her sister and she told me about an adult day care that might take Gpa.
She even gave me the number. I figure that’s why we went.
Oh and someone from the church I had visited called to welcome me so I was able to ask them to tell Maria that I wouldn’t be there tonight.
Got home and doctored Gpa’s hand, where he had a skin tear. I hate that we waited so long to get it bandaged.
Gpa has helpers where ever he goes!
I have to figure out if there’s a walker repair place. I don’t trust it now.
