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     Well yesterday was extremely scary.  My mom fell yesterday evening, and ended up  dislocating her shoulder.  I had to call 911, and rode with her in the ambulance to the local hospital.  To say I was really scared was an understatement.  My mom was complaining about feeling tired all weekend, and she really hadn't had any time to rest.  Also her blood pressure was really low.  Needless to say they were able to fix her shoulder, and luckily there were no broken bones.  I'm still shocked that all this happened yesterday evening, and that I kept it together enough to get her to the hospital in time.  For some reason I seem to hold it together very well in stressful situations.  I guess that's just my personality, but I don't really freak out about things when I know I should.  While we were waiting in emergency I could tell she was scared, and in a lot of pain.  When my dad arrived he was noticeably upset to the point my mom though he was angry.  He told her later that I didn't like seeing her like that, and that it scared him.  My sister arrived soon after my dad came, and I felt a little better to have them there with me.  My mom said she fell because she tripped over some pillows laying in her floor in her room.  She was going to her room to make up the bed.  

     She's mostly been taking it easy today, and just complains of pain every so often.  She said it's a lot better than how it was before they put her arm back in place.  She described it as being "excruciating" pain that no one should ever experience.  I hope I never have to go through anything like that in my lifetime.  Her paperwork from the emergency visit stated that it would take a few months for her arm to heal completely, and she would have to take it very easy for the next few days especially.  I've been doing things for her around the house, and making dinner every night.  Honestly I'm just glad she's okay, and I was there because I don't know what she would have did if I wasn't there.