Mom is in the hospital again. She was standing next to the tub trying to fix her pants. I asked her to wait a few minutes until I dried my hands. Either she didn't hear me or thought she could fix them herself, but the next thing I know she is inside the tub. She hit her head on the tap and the tub wall. I got her out, I checked for broken bones first and didn't feel any. Her feet were on the tub chair so it was her torso and her arms inside the tub. I got her out, helped her downstairs and off we went to the ER. I cancelled Charlie's lesson when we got there. Good thing, because I left at 6:00 pm and his lesson was supposed to be at 4:30 pm. After numerous X-Rays, blood tests, urine tests, and CT scan, the verdict is she may have had a stroke. No broken bones, no concussion, no urinary tract infection. Thank goodness for all that, but a stroke? Oh my, I am at a loss of words of what to say of that. One area of the CT scan doesn't look good, so the neurologist will look at it tomorrow and determine if a MRI needs to be done or not.

I was able to get a hold of Richard right away which was good. I am to keep him up to date. I called Tillie and left a message for her. Maia isn't home (her daughter told me that. I was talking to her on face book) so I will call her in the morning.

I don't know what else to say. I need to go and clean the bathroom from where Mom fell. Her blood is still on the tub and the toilet because I certainly wasn't going to take time right then to clean it.

I am simply floored. A stroke? WHEN did she have this stroke? I have asked before about strokes because I know vascular dementia can be caused by them. I am at a loss for words. I am going to bed after I clean up.