A night on the floor

I'm going through my normal morning routine, reading the paper, eating a bowl of cereal and having a cup of coffee.  There are normal noises in the house for this time: Nana's oxygen enricher, coffee pot making noises, refrigerator running, that kind of stuff.  I hear a noise coming from down the hall leading to Nana's room.  Our cat gets put to bed in our downstairs bathroom at night, so it could just be her starting to make her "let me out" noises.  But it doesn't sound right.

I went upstairs to get Laura, and encounter my daughter who's getting ready for work. "I think I heard Nana" she says with a nervous voice.  Okay, that confirms it..something happened.  I get Laura and she goes in to investigate.

She finds Nana sitting on the floor between her bed and her bookcase.  Nana had gotten up sometime during the night to use the bedside commode and stumbled.  She couldn't reach her cell phone which was on the other side of her bed.  She couldn't call out loud enough for us to hear.  So she pulled the covers off her bed and made a little nest out of it.

Needless to say, she's been pretty sore today and moving slowly having sat on the floor for who knows how long.

And the odd thing?  Her oxygen cannula was off and placed by a box of tissues on the other side of the bed.  She spent the night on the floor, wrapped up in blankets without oxygen.

I sure hope this doesn't happen again.

A little forward, a little backwards

Wednesday was such a good day for Nana.  She was feeling better, had an appetite, and could taste her food.

However....  Laura and I were startled out of a deep sleep at 3am with Nana calling Laura's cell phone to say that she fell.  We got downstairs to find Nana sitting next to her bed, and daubing the back of her hand with some sort of gauze.  We got her on the edge of the bed easily enough, and were able to get a better look at her hand.  She managed to whack something while she was on her way down, and cut the back of her hand pretty badly.  Laura and Nana just left to go to the ER to get her hand checked out.

Edited to add:

Laura and Nana got home from the ER around 6am, so this was a quick trip.  The doctor decided that since Nana's skin is so thin on her hands, he wouldn't be able to use sutures.  So he used some skin tape to get things back together.  Nana's poor hand is just one massive bruise.  The doctor said that it will take a few weeks for her hand to heal.

Nana was on her way back to bed, and was within two steps of getting back in bed when she fell.  The problem was that her legs became wobbly.  She described it as she was staggering like a drunkard.  Laura reminded her again that when she feels this way, either lean up against the wall or sit down for a few minutes to catch her breath.  We might just have to locate another chair in Nana's hallway so she has a landing space between her bathroom and her bedroom.