An Early Morning Call

Let me set the scene:

Sunday morning.
6 a.m.

My hubby's cell phone rings just about 5 minutes after his alarm goes off. (Early morning phone calls are never a good way to start the day!)

I come to consciousness only because it is the ringer that he uses for my mother.

My mother, in a panic, is telling him that she's not going to church because she's positive she's having a stroke. She can't move her left arm and it's very painful.

As soon as he hangs up with her and gives me the rest of the information, I called the nursing center and spoke with her nurse, "B". He tells me that he is already doing all of the normal checks and observations on her and that he will call me back after he has some information.

Forty minutes later I get the call.

"B" tells me that he is pretty confident we can rule out a stroke. I asked why he felt that way.

He tells me that she has a sprained arm because she decided to move her recliner (which is quite heavy) all by herself.

After I got over my "mad" at her for moving furniture ("I didn't move it, I just scooted it!") I laughed until I nearly had an accident.

She's 90 years old, and still feels like she has to move furniture!

Grrrrrr!!!!