Mama says I always write about everybody but her. She tells people that I was five years old the last time she was the subject of something I wrote. Apparently, I made a card that said, “Happy Mother’s Day. You are the beast [sic].”
Well, she found a way to get mentioned this week.
Daddy is in the hospital. He has some fluid on one of his lungs. They won’t let him go home until it drains.
So, Mama has been at the hospital with him every day. The rest of us drop by when we can.
On Monday I came by late in the afternoon. After a little while, Mama decided she would go home for the night. I decided to stick around for a while.
A few minutes later a nurse came blasting into Daddy’s room. She said that Mama had fallen in the parking lot and was in the emergency room.
So, I left Daddy upstairs on the second floor and rushed to the emergency room. Mama was in the waiting room. She told me what had happened.
She was walking to her car and stepped in the wrong way. She fell flat on her face on the asphalt. She didn’t break her fall with her hands—her face took the full force of the fall.
The ER staff was great. On Mondays they are especially busy. Still, they took Mama back to a room promptly. She had cut her nose and her upper lip. They would need stitches. We were thankful that everything else was okay. No chipped teeth. No internal head injuries.
I went with her for her treatment. The doctor explained the entire process in a way that we could understand. Then he began to stitch her lip. After the fifth stitch, he turned his attention to her nose.
By then, it was getting hot in the room. Then the room started wobbling. Then, THUMP!
When my eyes opened , the doctor was tapping my face and calling my name. Nurses were running into the room. Soon, I was on a gurney, attached to tubes.
For a little while, three of us were hospital patients. My diagnosis was vasovagal syncope. That sounds serious, but it’s not. I just fainted at the sight of blood.
I wish I could save the texts exchanged between my siblings.
“About the same, but Mama’s in the ER.”
“She fell and hurt her face. Wait…Now Scott is in the ER!”
By midnight, Mama and I were on our way home. The next day I was in court. Two days later, Mama was back at Daddy’s side in his hospital room.
I don’t know about you, but I am very grateful for people who get their hands dirty helping injured people.
Obviously, I could never do that.
Scott Ballard is the District Attorney for the Griffin Judicial Circuit, which is made up of Fayette, Pike, Spalding and Upson counties.