Poor Stella (again!)

Stella took a fall early on Friday morning, tripping over on her way to the bathroom.  I know this because I woke up in the flat at about 4:30 to hear Lindsey talking to someone.  Lindsey is not in the habit of chatting to people at 4:30 in the morning!

It was the people from the emergency pendant call centre.  Stella had sensibly pressed the button after falling because once down she can't get back up. She does have a carer who comes most week days, but not until 9:30.  Stella had no wish to stay on the floor for 5 hours!  The emergency pendant people had rung her house phone and got no answer so had rung the ambulance and then alerted Lindsey.

The ambulance people took her to the emergency department, where she was thoroughly checked over. Nothing broken, but more bruises to add to the bruises she already had.  And a bump on the head.  Wendy went down and eventually Stella was allowed to go home.

Alas, she wasn't really ready to go home and another ambulance had to be called that evening. Poor Stella spent her 85th birthday in the Peninsula hospital. And there she still is. It turned out that her haemoglobin levels were ridiculously low, plus the pain medication she was on, following the bleeding and bruising after the angiogram, was making her sick.

Lindsey spent the weekend down there.  Wendy and Matthew were there on Saturday. Jim and I went down on Sunday, swinging by Brunswick to pick up Freyja.  Simon and his lot also went down. Lindsey stayed until this afternoon but poor Stella is now on her own for a couple of days.

She is hoping to move into Rehab at Beleura in a day or two, where she will probably stay for a week or so, before finally going back home.  As her cardiologist said - who would have expected all this from one
 little angiogram.  No more angiograms for her!!!!!!!

We had to cancel the family lunch for her 85th birthday, but Lindsey, Freyja, Jim and I still managed to squeeze in Sunday lunch at the pub.  And on the way home we swung by Eltham so Freyja could collect the cat that she and Simon had arranged to adopt. She's a pretty little thing. I think she has some Burmese in her.  She is also a scaredy little thing.  Last I heard she was hiding in a drawer and refusing to come out.