Life is fragile. Incredibly so. I learned that lesson in abundance today. I knew it before but today it hit home. Too close to home in fact. My lovely mum is currently residing in the wonderful hotel of Altnagelvin hospital. This would be due to the fact that last night she managed to fall spectacularly down the stairs. Me and dad checked her over for any major broken bones before she was allowed to move. But then she went back to bed just being a tad sore, which is after all, to be expected when one hurtles down the stairs and hits a rather solid table at the bottom. But she got up this morning in rather huge amounts of pain and so dad decided A+E were to be graced with their presence. I wasn't woke as they quite rightly pointed out I would have worried myself sick and done no-one any good. So by 12 I was up and about, now getting rather worried as no-one was at home or answering their mobiles, when dad rings. Now when you hear the words 'do not freak out' you automatically freak out right? Well I did. So as it turns out my lovely mum has got 2 broken ribs and a cracked rib. Now this would be enough for most people, but um no. Mum decided that this wasn't and so also has a pneumothorax. A rather large one as well. So she has had a chest drain placed and the doctors are very happy with her and hope to only have the drain in for 24-48 hours.

I was allowed to go and see her for a bit this afternoon. Although dad had assured me that she was fine and was doing well, I couldnt relax until I had seen her for myself. She was fine and was talking and everything when I called in. Even pronunced that she would be in work on Monday. Yes, she is mad! Then went to granny and grandas to be fed as I hadn't eaten all day. I wasn't even hungry but ate just to appease them all. But if I'm honest, seeing my mum lying there hooked up to the monitors really shook me. Parents are those people that are our rocks. They aren't meant to get sick. They are invincible. So it scared me a bit to see her like that. Everyone has quite rightly pointed out, that it could have been so much worse. So for that I am really thankful.

My lovely grandmother (dad's mum) rang this evening. Now by then I had calmed down as I had seen mum and knew she was fine and would be OK. So I was no longer a crying wreck. But she rang and she seems to make mountains out of mole hills and managed to get me all upset again. Thanks. So off the phone to her I rang my other gran who promptly sent my granda over to make sure I was ok. It simpley took a friendly face, a hug and the reassurance that, yes she was fine and yes she was very lucky. But my mum is built like an Ox, she goes to work with the flu when most crawl into hibernation, she is incredible! So I have relaxed somewhat again. I am still really worried about her. But I am allowed to be, she is my mummy and I'll worry if I want to.

Dad called home about 10.30ish to grab something to eat and do the update phone calls. At that point mum was getting some more colour in her face and had been given some more pain medication. She was however still in A+E. She has had her chest drain in since 2pm. so over 8 hours later she still hadn't been moved to a ward! At that point there were 5 waiting for bed's on a surgical ward (where mum will be going owing to the chest drain). However none of these beds are likely to free up overnight! There was talk that she may be moved to HDU for tonight though. Not that she needs to be there, but that there may be a bed there and the fact that she does warrent some extra care with her chest drain. So hopefully she will have a proper bed soon enough. Dad has been with her all day. Bless him I really feel sorry for him. He has had to be strong today for everyone but I know he is really upset and worried about her. He has been amazing for her today though so YAY for daddy too. I've managed to keep pretty busy tonight. I've just generally been footering about the house tidying and cleaning. My theory for this is that when I sit down I start to think and thinking isn't good. This can also count as half a physio and exercise.

I am planning on heading to bed pretty soon as I have clinic tommorow. Dad is going to come with me. I'd much prefer he stay'd with mum but they both want him to come with me. So that should be intresting. It will be my first clinic since the big arguement when I was in. I will also be telling them I'm moving to adults in July. Oh the joys. Oh and that I am not going in for IV's any time soon. My theory is that they aren't doing an awful lot. This is now my new normal. I have gotten used to that. So there is no point in giving IV's if I feel well. Why not keep them for when I really need them? Because honestly I'm suprised that I havn't built up alot of resistances with the amount of IV's I've had over the past few years. I will put this point across tomorrow. This is the way the adult team work and I think I will like over there so much better. Plus I need to be at home right now. Not 100 miles away in hospital. Which messes with your head anyway. So mentally going in there right now would screw me up big time. My mum needs me now and I will be here for her. She has taken care of me for 17 years. Now it's my turn!

Anyways I'm now waffling.
Take care all
xxxx